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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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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...