Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Rog/Egalmoth/Maeglin
Warnings: AU, blood, character death
Chapter: 3
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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He had a nice conversation with Egalmoth - and finally understood the family-connection, thank Eru - learning quite a bit about the city he and his mother were intending to visit. Though he could tell that the other elf was hiding some things, perhaps unsure about whether those were to be told.
Then one of the guards burst through the door, gasping for the Lord.
He froze upon coming outside; carried between two guards, his mother had paled enough that her skin looked more like his own, a large red spot blooming near her stomach.
"Aredhel." Egalmoth gasped it, rushing forward.
She barely paid him any heed, looking at her son. "Maeglin." She unhooked one of her arms, reaching for him and that propelled him into movement.
"Mother." He took her hand, clammy and cold. "What happened!?" The guards lowered her carefully to the floor, quick and hushed Quenya flying over their heads. He couldn't care about the fact that he didn't understand a word.
"I... might have made a mistake." She gasped it out, gently tugging him aside when one of the guards fell to their knees beside him. "Eöl found me."
Maeglin felt the cold creep down his back at that statement. "Did he...?" Did he do this? Did he cause the wound that made the guard attending her look very concerned.
"I don't..." She hissed, but didn't move. "He didn't intend it. That I am sure off."
"He..." Words left him, so he was helplessly reduced to pointing at her stomach, where the amount of blood was only increasing.
"I paid him back." His Noldorin mother softly countered, almost pityingly. "He'll be heading home now, or Doriath."
"I told Rog to bring Turgon." Egalmoth joined them on the ground, gems sparkling in the faint light that reached this far into the cave. "He'll be rushing here."
She laughed softly, before hissing in pain again. "What a return home."
"You know how to make an entrance." They were of equal skin-tone, his mother and this in-law-of-an-in-law cousin of hers, but that was were the similarities ended between them.
He much prefered the more realistic grief Egalmoth was showing rather than the faked cheer of his mother, who was trying to downplay the severity of her wounds. The closest this guard had to a healer was clearly doing their best, but it seemed to avail little. His mother was dying, at the hands of his father, though she downplayed it.
"Mom..." If what she said was true about her having done equal damage to her husband, he ought to leave as well, return to his father's holdings which would only have him as a Lord. Instead he clung to her hand, sobbing softly like he was a small child again.
After he did not know how long, thundering hooves came from deeper in the cave, and the form of Egalmoth was replaced by another, equally clad in white and so alike to his mother in face that there was no doubt this was the much talked-about Turgon.
Hands were on his shoulders, holding him as he trembled and wept.