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.

51. Book 2 - A Familiar Figure

Maedhros

Elwing's boy was running off now towards the castle. Maedhros wondered if that meant "yes". Maedhros lingered on the path for a few minutes before deciding to proceed anyway. As he pulled his cloak tighter against the winter chill, he stared up at the home at which he'd spent so many nights. Up until the last few months, at least. Maedhros' heart thrummed with uncharacteristic nervousness.

Where are you, Maglor?

As he pulled up to the doors he saw Maglor's familiar figure on the steps. Maedhros chewed the inside of his cheek as he dismounted.