Credit Where Credit Is Due by Jenni

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B2MEM Challenge: B10 - Sons of Feanor - Maedhros as Leader
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Slash
Rating: R
Warnings: For some self-gratification, not graphic
Characters: Maedhros, Fingon
Pairings: Maedhros/Fingon

Summary: Maedhros reveals his inspiration for leadership.




I lie dreaming and yet I cannot be asleep because I am aware that I dream. I see him - Fingon - his dark mane of hair gleaming in the light that falls upon it from the Sun while he concentrates upon his task. My hand wanders down my belly to where I can give myself sweet release.

I know that I love him because it is him I think about most of the time, whether I be asleep or awake. And when I need to relieve myself from the dark memories that plague me from time to time, it is his face, his strong hands, his lithe form that I visualize when by my own hand I bring myself to the pinnacle of pleasure. I believe I have always loved him - for all the years that have passed since we were once sundered - since Losgar, Mithrim, the Dagor Aglareb and the Dagor Bragollach.

We both wished to end the feud between our families and concentrate all our effort on defeating the enemy. Always, we could almost read each others' thoughts. On the blackest of all my days he came to me with song. Such a sweet voice I have never heard before nor since, not even that of my brother, or of Finrod. He bore me away to safety, though I lost one of my hands in that dreaded place, but in truth I have never missed it.

More important is Fingon's valour, his sublime bravery, those things that served to bind us to each other and gave us the strength to convince our brethren to join us in driving back the enemy and endeavour to reclaim our peoples' lands.

O, Fingon.

I climax before I am fully awake. The dreams of the night have vanished like the Sun over the mountains. I still have much to do. I have spent long years in gathering our people together by word and deed, to follow us to Himring, where the March of Maedhros will give them safety. But I have not done this all on my own. The Mereth Aderthad is behind us, and it did much and more to reunite our people.

O, Fingon, it is you who inspires me.

We have had many years of peace in which to repair old wounds and injustices. Fingon has driven back Morgoth from the Firth of Drengist, where the black Vala and his Orcs tried to invade and defile the area made beautiful by the Noldor. They have tried again and again to defeat us. A dragon was sent - Fingon drove it off.

O, Fingon, it is you, not me, who possesses the valor and the strength to save our people.

Now I must do at least as much as my best, though it not be what my dear friend has accomplished. I am not as strong nor as valiant as him, but I have my ways - I can convince our people to unite with me by my heartfelt words and my sincere countenance.

And they will follow me.

Comments

[silver-trails.livejournal.com]

Lovely, and sweet!

[just-jenni.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)