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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: B11 - The Russingon Card - Thangorodrim
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Romance
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Characters: Maedhros, Fingon
Pairings: Fingon/Maedhros
Creator’s Notes: This song always reminds me of them.
Summary: Fingon and Maedhros talk about things they can't think about.
“How did you find me?” Maedhros asked and right away Fingon knew it was a trick.
But still, he rose to the bait, as Maedhros knew he would -- such was the risks of an ancient friendship.
They were sparring, in a yard where someone recently had been feeding chickens. The meal crunched under his boots and Maedhros smiled his particularly disconcerting smile. The sun beat down on them, the weather forgetting that it was cold and rainy Mithrim, and favoring instead a wet, crushing heat.
Fingon sprang before he spoke, bringing Maedhros down with him on to the ground.
“You know how, Maitimo.”
Maedhros shifted underneath him in protest to the name he felt that no longer fit him, but Fingon continued on, undisturbed. “I followed your voice.”
Fingon never gave an inch when they fought, not even in the rare instances when Maedhros stumbled. Others thought him harsh, no doubt, but Fingon’s eyes never strayed from Maedhros’ own, and there he saw only a flash of gratitude, which was quickly replaced by the steely look that Maedhros put on when he had some task he had to do, and do it well.
That look gave him such fierce joy.
Unspeakable.
Unpardonable.
He would have done the same thing, again and again, to bring him back again.
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Romance
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Characters: Maedhros, Fingon
Pairings: Fingon/Maedhros
Creator’s Notes: This song always reminds me of them.
Summary: Fingon and Maedhros talk about things they can't think about.
“How did you find me?” Maedhros asked and right away Fingon knew it was a trick.
But still, he rose to the bait, as Maedhros knew he would -- such was the risks of an ancient friendship.
They were sparring, in a yard where someone recently had been feeding chickens. The meal crunched under his boots and Maedhros smiled his particularly disconcerting smile. The sun beat down on them, the weather forgetting that it was cold and rainy Mithrim, and favoring instead a wet, crushing heat.
Fingon sprang before he spoke, bringing Maedhros down with him on to the ground.
“You know how, Maitimo.”
Maedhros shifted underneath him in protest to the name he felt that no longer fit him, but Fingon continued on, undisturbed. “I followed your voice.”
Fingon never gave an inch when they fought, not even in the rare instances when Maedhros stumbled. Others thought him harsh, no doubt, but Fingon’s eyes never strayed from Maedhros’ own, and there he saw only a flash of gratitude, which was quickly replaced by the steely look that Maedhros put on when he had some task he had to do, and do it well.
That look gave him such fierce joy.
Unspeakable.
Unpardonable.
He would have done the same thing, again and again, to bring him back again.
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