Midwinter, by Elleth
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O68:Here we come A-Caroling: "We won't go until we get some!", Fëanátics: Maedhros went to look for Elúred and Elúrin, Horror: Footsteps and whispers, Relationships: same-sex relationship
Format: Drabble
Genre: Horror
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Disturbing themes and images
Characters: Maedhros, Melian
Pairings: Mentions of Maedhros/Fingon
Summary: While seeking for Eluréd and Elurín, Maedhros' past catches up with him.
Midwinter
The forest is full of spectres, Maedhros only alive among them. Falling thick as snow, the dead of all his faults and battles, iced-over bones from Helcaraxë cracking under footsteps, dead brothers peering out from snow-drifts, blue-lipped, Fingon's ruined face blowing him kisses. Unhorsed, pathless, he stumbles, seeking – what? It's cold, midwinter. His fire gutters out, there's Ambarussa laughing. Twins. He's seeking twins, Dior's sons, and rouses the dead of Doriath, shrieking, driving needles in his face.
Enough, a woman whispers. They are safe with me. Leave now.
He flies along a sudden path. The dead, unsatisfied, follow.
O68:Here we come A-Caroling: "We won't go until we get some!", Fëanátics: Maedhros went to look for Elúred and Elúrin, Horror: Footsteps and whispers, Relationships: same-sex relationship
Format: Drabble
Genre: Horror
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Disturbing themes and images
Characters: Maedhros, Melian
Pairings: Mentions of Maedhros/Fingon
Summary: While seeking for Eluréd and Elurín, Maedhros' past catches up with him.
Midwinter
The forest is full of spectres, Maedhros only alive among them. Falling thick as snow, the dead of all his faults and battles, iced-over bones from Helcaraxë cracking under footsteps, dead brothers peering out from snow-drifts, blue-lipped, Fingon's ruined face blowing him kisses. Unhorsed, pathless, he stumbles, seeking – what? It's cold, midwinter. His fire gutters out, there's Ambarussa laughing. Twins. He's seeking twins, Dior's sons, and rouses the dead of Doriath, shrieking, driving needles in his face.
Enough, a woman whispers. They are safe with me. Leave now.
He flies along a sudden path. The dead, unsatisfied, follow.
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