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"Spring came late that year" by Himring
B2MeM Challenge: Day One (Themes): Friendship
Format: vignette
Genre: angst (stream-of-consciousness)
Rating: Teens
Warnings: none
Characters: Maedhros, Elrond
Pairings: Maedhros/Fingon (implied)
Summary: He really tries, he does.

"Long before, in the bliss of Valinor, before Melkor was unchained, or lies came between them, Fingon had been close in friendship with Maedhros; and though he knew not yet that Maedhros had not forgotten him at the burning of the ships, the thought of their ancient friendship stung his heart. Therefore he dared a deed which is justly renowned among the feats of the princes of the Noldor: alone, and without the counsel of any, he set forth in search of Maedhros; and aided by the very darkness that Morgoth had made he came unseen into the fastness of his foes."
Note: I'll just pretend this has anything to do with the prompt, okay?
If you were here. If only you were here. And he means—so many whose light has gone out of his darkening world—which used to be full of fire!—is chill and faded now—but especially the subtle scent of trust, the warmth of the encircling arms that defended him from himself—could not deserve, could not keep, has lost—is lost.
He claws his way back to some semblance of... Earth beneath his feet, sap rising in the boughs and the patient, too patient face of: Boy, they say you resemble Luthien, but I see—I see Turgon and Elenwe and Finwe and… This gesture of the hand, that turn of the head and.... But no, no memories now!
Boy, Elrond. Has he got what he needs? Silly question! Second-rate, third-rate, fourth-rate: stopgap. But: here, now.
‘I’m sorry, Elrond,’ Maedhros says, ‘I lost track of what you were saying. Would you mind repeating the question?’
Format: vignette
Genre: angst (stream-of-consciousness)
Rating: Teens
Warnings: none
Characters: Maedhros, Elrond
Pairings: Maedhros/Fingon (implied)
Summary: He really tries, he does.

"Long before, in the bliss of Valinor, before Melkor was unchained, or lies came between them, Fingon had been close in friendship with Maedhros; and though he knew not yet that Maedhros had not forgotten him at the burning of the ships, the thought of their ancient friendship stung his heart. Therefore he dared a deed which is justly renowned among the feats of the princes of the Noldor: alone, and without the counsel of any, he set forth in search of Maedhros; and aided by the very darkness that Morgoth had made he came unseen into the fastness of his foes."
Note: I'll just pretend this has anything to do with the prompt, okay?
If you were here. If only you were here. And he means—so many whose light has gone out of his darkening world—which used to be full of fire!—is chill and faded now—but especially the subtle scent of trust, the warmth of the encircling arms that defended him from himself—could not deserve, could not keep, has lost—is lost.
He claws his way back to some semblance of... Earth beneath his feet, sap rising in the boughs and the patient, too patient face of: Boy, they say you resemble Luthien, but I see—I see Turgon and Elenwe and Finwe and… This gesture of the hand, that turn of the head and.... But no, no memories now!
Boy, Elrond. Has he got what he needs? Silly question! Second-rate, third-rate, fourth-rate: stopgap. But: here, now.
‘I’m sorry, Elrond,’ Maedhros says, ‘I lost track of what you were saying. Would you mind repeating the question?’
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I think of Maedhros as being very family-conscious and not just in a narrow sort of way.
He sees Turgon and Elenwe in Elrond rather than Idril, because he knew them better. He may not ever have met Earendil.
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I like your author's note, too. =]
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Yes, there would have been many of those around at the end of the First Age and the beginning of the Second. And, of course, later as well, but by then the general mood may have shifted.
I have Elrond complain about something like that in "Something Un-Feanorian"--he says he feels burdened occasionally by all those ancestry issues.
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Poor Maedhros! Yes, I expect Elrond and Elros would remind him (and Maglor as well) of a whole host of people they've lost...
Poor stopgap Elrond, too, of course. Can't be easy when people keep looking at you as if they've seen a ghost...
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Yes, poor Elrond! Although I didn't mean to say that Maedhros regarded him as a stopgap. I can see how that reading would make sense, too, if you read this ficlet as standalone, though. (I've written about these two elsewhere.) What Maedhros is saying is that he hasn't a hope of giving Elrond what he really needs, but is trying to concentrate at least on whatever Elrond needs him to do (or answer) right now.
Thank you very much for reading and commenting!
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Poor Elrond though.
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But, being Elrond, he is is actually getting more out of Maedhros than Maedhros thinks he does.
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The mad, nearly incoherent thoughts of one who is barely holding on to sanity; the curse and the oath are taking their toll and it truly shows here.
Pity anyone caught in his insane web!
And here I will have to re-evaluate my thoughts and feelings about Maedhros, for those who are Doomed by the gods, inevitably doom themselves and all around them.
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But in fact I've written a story about Elrond in which he looks back, later, and disagrees with that assessment.
You say you "will have to re-evaluate your thoughts and feelings about Maedhros". I'd be interested in how exactly my piece made you re-evaluate your thoughts!
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When you misbehave, there is ALWAYS the opportunity to stop doing so, to accept chastisement for being as ass and move on. Maedhros could have stopped at any time, but refused. He dug himself deeper and deeper.
It never occurred to me and really it should have! that his madness had gone so deeply. Talk about shallow reader! @.@ I felt pity for him, reading your words. PITY! Pathos! omg!
I have now pushed up re-reading Silm for this year again. I really want to see how it plays out with a different or more neutral point of view. Each time I read that book I learn something new, grow to love that world more, and grow to understand those less than perfect beings (who in many ways reflect the christian idea of 'downfall') the Noldor elves.
So, maybe now I can see them, and the Feanoreans and Maedhros in the light of classic myth: where the gods make mad those whom they would destroy.
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So I would never claim that my reading of these events is the only possible one. But we are not really ever told, it seems to me, that either the Oath or the Doom of the North have escape clauses.
My own particular version of Maedhros could, I guess, among other things be said to be a study of the effects of having to fight despair for a very long time...
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Thank you very much!
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- Erulisse (one L)
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A pathway of madness... It is the pathways of depression I think I'm describing here rather than psychosis--the thoughts of someone who can no longer entirely emerge from mourning.
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That said and nonetheless, I again find myself floored by how delicately you manage to portray the relationships between the two of them. It is your fine detail work that enriches your canvas. No sledgehammers for you, just a gentle dance to an irrepressible rhythm, even if it is only within memory.
- Erulisse (one L)
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Yes, I know. It is just that when Maedhros is described as "mad", people sometimes seem to mean something rather different by madness--as if he were liable to suddenly running amok without warning, etc. It doesn't seem likely to me, and it's certainly not the case in my verse.
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Yes, I agree. Maedhros sees himself as failing, but his standards for what Elrond is owed are high. And I also think Elrond is perceptive enough to pick up on Maedhros's intentions and wishes.
This is what I make Elrond say later, in Something Un-Feanorian:
I struggled to find words for how it had been, those years spent under the care of the two surviving sons of Feanor, sheltered and secure and yet not, as if wrapped tight in a very large, very warm cloak but one that had huge rents and holes through which the cold of fell winter seeped. Unlike Elros, I had had little choice but to remain aware how crippled by their losses both of them were all along. But to do even without the memory of that warmth…!
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I agree it must have been a formative experience for Elrond.