Sons of Feanor

by Son of Serinde

"I was young, and the world had not yet lost its luster. I saw my father and all my brothers take the oath, and so did I, one after another. It felt so simple. And for that I have been hundreds of years far from home, and I will never see my mother again. Do not swear such oaths rashly as I did." Book 1: The Kinslaying at Sirion. Book 2: A Brief Respite. Book 3: The War of Wrath.

21. Book 1 - Tamblin's News

Maedhros

Maglor's loyal captain this whole time had been periodically looking back behind him at the cluster of tents now outside of the town's walls. He turned now to Maedhros and Maglor. "My lord."

Maglor loosened his collar. "Yes, what do you need?"

Tamblin looked at Maedhros. "A word with you, sir."

Maglor frowned.

Maedhros nodded and turned to Maglor. "Take the peredhil off to the camp. They can sleep in your tent. I'll try to find you tomorrow."

Maedhros could feel Maglor's eyes on his back as his brother rode off with the peredhil nestled between his arms. He turned to Tamblin. "You have news."

Tamblin looked down at the turf. "Forgive me. I wasn't sure if you wanted Lord Maglor to hear just yet."

A queasy feeling churned in Maedhros' stomach. "Correct. If I change my mind, I'll have someone fetch him. What is it?"

Tamblin pointed his chin in the direction of the healers' tents off in the distance. "Lord Amras, sir."

Maedhros clutched his belt hard. "Alive?"

Tamblin screwed up his eyes in thought. "Yes. On the whole," he added.