Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, blood, mentions of torture, character death, Loss of bodily autonomy (no Non-con)
Chapter: 1
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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The wound had not been that grave, perhaps Gorthaur could have fought for longer before having to admit defeat, but he retreated when Fingolfin pulled his sword from his fana. "You will regret that, High King." The Maia snarled, flames licking on his skin. "You should have worked with me." The flames melted the window before he even reached it, a bat of flame and shadow disappearing in the distance, dripping blood and embers as he fled Tol Sirion.
He had made his choice, and was going to make sure it was the best one. He swept past Finrod and the still sleeping Finarfin, calling out orders when he hit the hallway. Luckily, By the time Finarfin woke, Gorthaur and Thuringwethil had fled, most of the wolves had been killed. In fact, of those in the keep, which had proved to be 4 adults, about 8 half-grown and about a dozen pups, only one adult - Draugluin -, one half-grown and two pups - carried by their two elders - survived the night, fleeing South swimming in the Sirion after jumping the walls. He send out a detachment of riders after them, but worried they might have too much of a headstart and be hard to track depending on how long they'd swim.
"What have you done!?" Finarfin demanded when he woke and found out what had happened. "What have you done!?"
"What needed to be done, Ara. I cannot risk the Leaguer." Fingolfin countered sharply. "You let him into a line that is one fortress deep, we have no second line to counter the fall of Tol Sirion!"
"Tol Sirion has not fallen." His youngest sibling murmured, deathly pale. "What have you done...? What will he do now that you have done this?"
Neither of those in the room with him answered him with the threats that had been leveled against him.
Finarfin shook his head. "Get out."
"Dad." Finrod was also there, reaching for his parent placatingly, only to recoil when said parent acted as if he'd been stabbed on touch, slapping his hand away.
"Get. Out." Finu's youngest snarled. "You have no idea what you have done!"
"Ara."
"Get out!" The glow of Trees burned in his eyes. "Leave!" He brought to mind his eldest brother, teeth bared. "While I try to salvage this mess you have made of things!"
"I am not leaving you." Fingolfin loomed, sword still in his hand, still covered in blood of both Maia and wolf. He had had no time to clean himself by the time the runner had informed him that his brother was waking up from the Sung sleep.
"Then I will." Indis' golden son tried to leave the room, but his elder had grown tired of his sibling's contrary actions. They grappled, but even if both of them had been at full health, the victor had never been in doubt. "Release me, Nolo."
"No." Fëanor's greatest rival, though he had never meant to be, trapped his sibling between himself and the wall. "You are not leaving me."
"You left me, and now you have condemned me!" Delving deep into the Vanya-heritage of their shared mother, Power slipped into Finrod's father's voice, and he recoiled on sheer instinct. "Begone!"
Finarfin used this to flee the room, and they heard his feet heading down the corridor quickly.
"Did... did he just..." Fingolfin whispered, looking at the open door. Had his brother just used his power against him!? Even Fëanor had only threatened him with bare weapons, not any Power inherent to him. How badly had Finarfin handled Angband that this was the result?
"I..." Finrod trembled. "Uncle...?"
The Noldorian High King shook his head, clearing it. "A problem for later." He took a deep breath. "Oh, Ara..." He made a face, then turned to follow. "Increase the watch, will you?" He added to his nephew as he left the room. "And get someone to clean up this mess. I don't know who the people responsible for this is."
"Yes." Finrod inclined his head, catching himself. Adjusting his robes, he swallowed briefly at the sight of the burned desk.