Tag: fingon

elfinfen:

After a long wait

for a beloved friend from
the Halls of Mandos.

Встреча после долгого-долгого ожидания любимого друга из Чертогов. Когда и слов нет, и все как-то неловко, но…снова рядом. Уже навсегда.

basilandtheblues:

if you ask maedhros how they met, he’ll tell you about a fight on the silver-lit streets of tirion, about the scrapes and bruises of a drunken scuffle (because my brothers are asses and fools, and i am forever cleaning up their messes) and he will tell you about the boy with gold in his unraveling braids who blackened his eye and broke his nose.

he’ll say that for at least a century after that night, fingon hated him.

that sometimes, across a crowded square, at formal dinners, in the wild rustling woods and valleys, maedhros would catch a glimpse of his cousin’s face, and he would think: here is a boy who will make his father proud, here is a child of the house of finwe.

if you ask, maedhros will shrug and say that fingon was the only one of his cousins worth fighting, that one day they realized they could go to war with the world, instead of one another.

but if you ask fingon, he’ll say that he loved maedhros from the first moment he saw him, bright and untamed under the light of telperion; centuries old, and still young enough (fey with blood and his father’s spirit) to laugh when fingon broke his nose.