Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Rog/Egalmoth/Maeglin
Warnings: AU, blood, character death
Chapter: 19
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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The Men left that next summer, deciding the other way from Maeglin when he'd first arrived here. By that winter, the Eagles warned that the eldest of the two had become Lord of his peoples, after their father had been slain by orc-raids. Soon after that, in the manner of elves, rumor of the actions of Luthien and Beren passed through the proud birds into the valley.
"We really should start working on weapons and armor." Maeglin declared in the next council-meeting, eyes firmly on a point above his uncle's shoulder, the closest he'd ever gotten to eye-contact while living in Gondolin. "Morgoth will not let this slide."
"And we do have kin outside these walls still." Egalmoth had not such compunctions about eye-contact. "What use is this safe haven if it is the only haven?"
Turgon was looking at the table somewhat darkly, one hand twisting his goblet.
"We don't have to throw open the Encircling Mountains, I am sure." Penlod mused, his own eyes looking out of the far window. "But it will not hurt, at least."
"Do we have enough metals left in the surrounding mountains for it though?" Ecthelion spun one of his braids, one of those tipped with a metal decoration. "I am no expert, but I am pretty sure mines can also run out. It's happened already."
"Unless people want far more metal things in the future, we should have more than enough to arm and armor everyone." Rog pointed out. "It was one mine that was already doomed from the beginning to be short-lived that ran out, Ecthel. The rest are nowhere near, and there's mountains we haven't even touched yet."
The Lord of the Fountain just briefly inclined his head, dropping the braid he'd used.
"Father?" Idril, sitting beside her father, looked at the King of the city. "What do you think?"
The son of Fingolfin remained silent for a time. "If I know my Fëanorian cousins... and I do like to think I know them somewhat at least, Maedhros will see this as an omen of some kind, that Luthien and Beren have managed to snag a Silmaril." He briefly looked at Maeglin, who had returned his eyes to the table. "Yet also... 'and ever snatch away the very treasures that they have sworn to pursue. To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well'." He grumbled after the quote. "I am concerned about what this development might mean, for all of us."
"All the more reason to make sure we are ready to face it." Galdor pointed out. "Even if we will not break the Leaguer."
"That is true." Turgon declared. "Very well, better to be prepared. Maeglin, Rog, I trust you will see to it."
"Yes, My King." Both smiths answered.
"Galdor, see about speaking to the Ents that we may increase our number of arrows significantly."
"Yes." The Lord of the Tree murmured.
"Ecthelion, Glorfindel, see if we can increase our fighting forces."
"Your will." The two friends inclined their heads.