winterborn

Author: Az (Azmodan76@yahoo.co.uk)
Homepage: http://www.nad-no-ennas.net
13 - AN: Thangorodrim is the cliff Maedhros was hung up on, it’s the three towering peaks above Angband’s gates - and yes I triple checked. - And YES I am aware that due to canon that Gondolin would be hidden now, and Turgon not venture out. But heed the freaking AU warning: P
Betaed by; Aearwen ó Romendor
Rating: R/N17
Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine, sad but true.
Summary: they ride to the wedding and Maedhros is in a dark mood, Maglor gets a visitor in the dark of night and at home Amrod is given a nasty ultimatum.
Warnings: Angst issues, and wanking.
Pairings: (over all) Amrod/Elured Maedhros/Fingon Maeglin/Maglor & Maeglin/Eöl implied



Chapter 13 - I am the high you can't sustain (R/n17)

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Maedhros sighed, holding on to a rein with his damn wooden hand was harder than he had thought. If they were attacked he would be poorly off, not being able to hold on to the rein and his sword at the same time. How fitting for a high king who cannot defend himself! Sometimes he wished that Finrod had just left him on Thangorodrim to die. He was shaken from his musings when Maglor’s voice distracted him. “Is all well brother?” he asked softly, but looking very worried.

“Aye, as well as I can be” Maedhros answered and smiled a little awkward smile. “I just worry about mother and Pitya” he said, it was a white lie, indeed, for they had an entire army to look after them. But he worried about Amrod’s well being. The young elf had become more and more reserved, when he had asked Amras if Amrod had been angry with him that he was to ride and Pitya was to stay. Amras had told him that Amrod had not even addressed the matter, this Maedhros found most strange, but had decided to let matters rest.

“The guards at the fortress were sworn in oath to father, they will not rebel or harm them” Maglor said, thinking he could read his brothers torment.

“Yes, you are right. I worry too much” Maedhros said, dismissing his brother.

But Maglor was not that easy to get rig of. “It is this, isn't not?” he looked at Maedhros wooden hand “You are worried what they will all think, that they will find you lesser because of your misfortune.”

Maedhros turned his head for the first time and looked directly into his brothers steel blue eyes “I still do have my life, do I not? How can that be unfortunately?”

Maglor nodded, hearing the boiling anger in his brother’s voice, and he decided to leave these matters rest. “Aye, most fortunate” he said and bowed his head before he slowed his horse down, to fall behind his elder brother.

Maglor was right, way too right. He was dying inside. He did not want to show them, that he was not what he used to be. This wooden device made him feel weak and foolish. Who would want a high king who seemed weak? The red haired elf starred off into the horizon, frowning at his own line of thoughts, and for the billionth time that day wished, he had had the courage to have overruled his mother's wish join this party. And who, who would want a lover that was not complete?

Maedhros could feel his heart beat faster and tears prick in the corners of his eyes. He didn’t want to see Fingon; he didn’t want to be reminded of the promises that once were whispered. For a second he wondered if he would have the courage to wear Fingon’s ring: It would have been in the hand, he no longer had. Many were the times when they had lain in bed and pretended that they could wear those rings, and many were the times when Fingon had slid the ring unto Maedhros ring finger. The ring finger that was now nothing but dust.

Maedhros turned his head and looked over his shoulder. A vague smile came to his lips as he saw Maglor and Maeglin ride next to each other. Maglor slightly turned in the saddle to hear what it was that their dark cousin was saying. It might seem harmless to all others, but Maedhros recognized the look his brother had in his eyes. It reminded him so much on himself. He smiled in his mind as Maglor laughed softly at something when Maeglin had leaned over and whispered to him. Just as much as he rejoiced for his brother, did his sense of foreboding darken his heart.

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They had camped, and much time had been used on making the tents withstand the winds that blew here. Maedhros had felt terrible that he had just been able to sit on a wooden log and watch, as the others were rising what seemed like a city of tents. He looked as his own tent was raised first, remembering that tent. It was the same that he had used in battle, and properly would use again. This one his father had made for him, and he needed to agree that it was indeed beautiful. He knew his mother had embroiled a prayer of keepsake in each and every one of her sons’ tents. Maedhros was shaken from his thoughts when a guard came and bowed before him “Sire, your tent is ready”.

“Thank you” Maedhros just said and smiled weakly before he stood up and walked to the tent, pushing the entry flap back and entered. 'It has even the same sleeping pelts' he thought, as he sat down and ran his hand over the soft fur. Right then he had a very hard time understanding, that he was on his way to Fingon’s wedding. This whole atmosphere in the tent made him almost believe, that in a matter of minutes his lover would enter with a huge grin and a bottle of wine.

But no one came, and Maedhros rose to his feet and wiped the first tears that had come to his eyes away. There would be a time where he could grief over his own choice of driving his lover away. But not now! Now his people needed him, and his brothers and mother wanted him to be strong.

He looked at the chest that was the present for Fingon and his wife to be. He did not even know what was inside; Maglor had made sure that they would come to the wedding with a present that was a kingly. Maedhros turned from the chest and walked out of the tent. He could not stay there for now, it just brought up too many memories, which he did not wish for.
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Maglor had talked briefly to his brother, and had gone to bed worried. He seemed so sad, and to the dark haired elf it seemed, as if his brother walked in a state of dreaming, more than he was actually present. He had offered to come and stay in Maedhros tent for the night, even for the entire journey should he had desired, so that he was not alone. But Maedhros had declined, saying that he had to face this at some point, and there was no better time than the present. But the look in his elder brothers eyes, had told him that he lied. Why had he lied?

Not really able to find sleep, Maglor tossed and turned. But upon hearing the fabric that was the door to his tent swoosh open, he slowly sat up, “Maitimo?” he whispered.

“Nay” the voice said

Maglor would have recognized that voice anywhere. And he immediately pulled his woollen blanket aside and rose from his bed. Still dressed in his tunic and leggings. This was an old battle habit of his; if the camp got attacked then why waste precious time on getting dressed. Truly, it was not really comfortable, but Maglor never did sleep well in the outdoors anyway. “Maeglin? What brings you in here at the dead of the night?”

“I.. Uhm..” Maeglin said suddenly feeling stupid and unsure of the idea that had seemed so perfect before. “I didn’t know where else to go,” he finally admitted.

Maglor turned and lit three lights on the candelabra to brighten the tent some. “Don’t worry, my friend. You did not wake me. I can’t sleep either,” he said with a reassuring smile, and seated himself on his bed of pelts again as he padded the space next to him invitingly “Come sit”.

And Maeglin did. He sat down next to Maglor, pulled him into his arms, kissing the top of the raven hued hair “Is there anything wrong?” he whispered

“No, I only had a bad dream” Maeglin whispered and shivered from the aftermath of the powerful nightmare that had haunted him all night. “And I didn’t want to be alone”

Maglor slowly pulled Maeglin with him down onto the bed and turned so they faced each other “No bad dreams will come for you here, my sweet. Close your eyes and sleep.”

“I..” Maeglin whispered, but was cut off when Maglor’s fingertips stroke gently over his cheek and forehead, and he closed his eyes in reverie. He felt his pulse rise when suddenly Maglor’s soft lips kissed him gently. Maeglin opened his eyes and looking directly into the other elf's stormy eyes. He knew they were blue, but here in the dim lights, they seemed like a raging sea. Whatever came over Maeglin's spirit to intensify the kiss, he did not know, but before he realizing it at all, they tasted each other; tongues battling for dominion and their breaths were shallow.

Experimentally Maglor ran his hand up under Maeglin’s tunic, and was marvelled at the skin he encountered, was so soft. No scars from any wars, no broken bones under it all, his new lover was perfect, intact and felt most lost like virgin snow. At this moment Maglor felt terrible tainted, thinking of whom he had let touch him in the past.

And for some reason his mind wandered to the first time he had felt a lovers touch. It had been his father's seneschal, and all he remembered was that he had not even understood it before it was over. And the elf was gone, never to even smile at him once more. But these dark thoughts fled him when he felt Maeglin’s soft hands run over his stomach in a returned gesture.

Maeglin hesitated for a second. Looking up at Maglor he wanted to see his expression. He needed to know if he too would hurt and ridicule him. But when Maglor looked at him, he saw nothing but tenderness in the other elf's face and eyes. So the dark elf’s hand returned to its adventure up under the other elfs tunic. A little surprised and not sure of how to react when Maglor leaned in and their lips met in a gentle kiss, Maeglin felt sweet little chills run down his spine. And when he felt Maglor’s hand sneak down under his waistline, and wrap his fingers around his arousal. “Ma..” Maeglin gasped.

But Maglor just hushed him with deepening the kiss and slowly begun to pump the dark elfs erection, and soon he felt Maeglin relax against him, and give in to his caressing. With a little smile he noticed that the dark elf's hand had stopped moving and now instead squeezed hard around his side, digging his nails into Maglor’s soft skin. And so Maglor sped up his moves, his lips leaving Maeglin’s and he started to place little kisses along the raven haired beauty’s jaw line and further down on his neck. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, smiling at the little purr he heard coming deep from his lover's stomach

Laying there in the dim lights, he felt a warm body this close to his own, knowing with his rational mind that this was Maglor, the second born son of Fëanor and maybe the most marvelling, beautiful and kind elf he had ever met, was touching him, whispering to him. He then noticed that since they had kissed in the library Maglor had lit up, and had pursued his presence, secretly Maeglin had been so happy that he had almost cried when Maglor had asked him to join him on this journey. And now, now he was here. It was almost too fantastic for the young elf's brain to realize.

Maglor listened to Maeglin’s shallow breathing and little short moans, feeling the fingernails dig deeper in his flesh, and feeling the little droplets of blood run down his back. “Just let go,” he whispered as he kissed his way back up to the pointy tip of Maeglin’s ear.

And he did, the young elf let go of all that he had tried hardest to hold back, and felt his all consuming climax rip through him, arching his back, ripping Maglor’s skin as he growled out his orgasm.

Maglor winched from the feeling on his back, but his heart sang of joy from the sound of Maeglin’s sexual peak, resting his forehead against the darks elfs sweaty temple. While listening to the dark elf's breathing slowly come back to normal, he whispered “Shhh, sleep now”.

Maeglin just smiled as he quickly drifted off into reverie, feeling more secure and guarded than he had felt his entire life. He knew it was Maglor’s arms around him, and his breath that he felt on his neck. And his little whispering he almost did not hear.

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Amrod had watched as Caranthir had increased his cruelty when Maglor and Maedhros were gone. In his despair he had gone to Nerdanel, but she just told him that it was Caranthir, who was in charge of all, and none of them should get in his way. He was right to get the answers that they all needed so badly.

This night Amrod had gone to Celebrimbor’s room, volunteering to tell a tale to the child so he would fall asleep, for he did not know where else he should go. And just as the elfling had fallen to sleep, Amrod heard the door open. He turned, expecting their mother, checking in how he progressed.

But instead he saw Caranthir. Amrod turned from his brother and leaned over in the crib and tucked the blanket tightly around the little one. “What do ‘you’ want?” he said more venomously than he had actually intended; he had rather wanted to say something along with ‘go away’ or ‘I don’t want to speak with you’ but he knew he couldn’t do that.

“Amrod, brother” Caranthir said leaning against the doorframe “I need to talk to you”

Amrod turned from the crib and faced his brother with a baffled expression. “What for?” he asked, Caranthir would always ask for his twin, never him.

“I need your help” Caranthir said and smiled, reaching out to Amrod with a slender hand.

Amrod shook his head; he was sure what it was that Caranthir would ask of him. “He has not told me anything,” he said

“Come now, brother,” the elder elf, said “we can discuss this elsewhere, we might wake up the little one if we continue in here.”

The younger elf nodded and followed Caranthir out in the corridor, closing the door behind him to the wee ones room. “Alright” he almost sighed

Caranthir placed a hand on his younger brothers shoulder “You must come with me tomorrow.” The elf made great effort catching his younger brothers elusive gaze “Come with me to the dungeon.”

“And wha-what?” Amrod whispered, afraid to hear the answer.

“All you need to do, is to ask him” Caranthir said smiling carefree, trying to convince his brother that it was not dangerous at all.

“While you, you... do what you do?” Amrod whispered, feeling a bile taste rise in his mouth, and he shook off his brother’s hand from his shoulder “No, not yet brother, please give me more time.”

“To do what?” Caranthir said in a harsh tone “you already had plenty of time, and you came up just as clueless as I.” He shook his head, “Nay Amrod. When our brother the king returns, we shall have answers” the elder elf captured Amrod’s chin with long fingers and lifted the younger elfs head and forced Amrod to look at him ” Do you understand?”

Amrod just nodded and whispered “aye”

-tbc-