B2MeM Challenge: Sons of Feanor: B10: Maedhros as a leader
Title: My Captain and My King
Format: Ficlet (500 words)
Genre: General/drama
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: An OC and Maedhros
Pairings: N/A
Summary: A biased account of the leadership qualities of Maedhros written by a die-hard supporter. Some might call this piece the epitome of the literary form of the unreliable narrator. Perhaps it is not. This is one follower's reflections upon Maedhros, but The Silmarillion is filled with events in the life of Maedhros. One may draw their own conclusions, but one would do well to remember that history is written by the victors.
My Captain and My King
Title: My Captain and My King
Format: Ficlet (500 words)
Genre: General/drama
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: An OC and Maedhros
Pairings: N/A
Summary: A biased account of the leadership qualities of Maedhros written by a die-hard supporter. Some might call this piece the epitome of the literary form of the unreliable narrator. Perhaps it is not. This is one follower's reflections upon Maedhros, but The Silmarillion is filled with events in the life of Maedhros. One may draw their own conclusions, but one would do well to remember that history is written by the victors.
My Captain and My King
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Date: 2012-03-09 08:43 am (UTC)Oh, this is wonderful. It's glorious actually.
And I do think this is a true account from one of his followers. To me this one short piece outshines all the bland and ridiculous stories of the anti-Noldor crowd. This encapsulates what Maedhros was, and what he did, brilliantly.
He was beautiful and brilliant, the most outstanding specimen of an incomparable family. After Thangorodrim, he carried an added element of enthralling darkness, the appeal of tragic heroism. He came back to us wounded, but he had survived. He returned maimed, but not damaged in the thousand subtle and nameless ways of most escaped captives that caused people to shrink back from them. Oh, he did suffer, but his suffering had tempered him. It gave him insight into the tasks to which we had pledged ourselves—to avenge our murdered king and mete out the vengeance due the black Vala from which his brethren had apparently turned away.
*Round of applause*.