Hidden City, Hidden Love
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,145
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I'll Risk Anything to be With You.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I do not own the idea, which belongs to Azzy, author of the great Winterborn.
Summary: See previous chapter.
Warnings: See previous chapter.
A/N: This chapter took a while to get down to. And to work on. My excuse is that I was trying to juggle another story here, an original fantasy, and this fic with some exams that I'd got coming up. Gah. Anyway -hope this chapter is enjoyable. (And Azzy, I'd be honoured if you want to host it.:)
Chapter Two: I'll Risk Anything to be With You.
Maeglin woke up to the sensation of a gentle, comforting warmth in his chest. For the first time in weeks, the terrible loneliness, desolation, and pain that had plagued him since Maglor’s leaving were gone.
He could have laughed. In fact, he did laugh; a soft, pleased chuckle. The sun had barely started to cast a rim of light over the world, but he could see that gleam –and there was another gleam there, one that shone within him. Somehow, it seemed…familiar.
Yes, familiar. And loving. So strange…
It reminded him of his beloved. It reminded him of Maglor.
He is coming.
The thought came from nowhere, wriggling into his mind, and he could not dislodge it. Truth be told, he didn’t want to. It was a strange thought, but it was nice –and, somehow, it seemed appropriate.
Getting out of bed, he dressed hurriedly, before running out of his chambers and leaving the building. He slipped through the mostly empty streets, which gleamed a creamy yellow in the early sun, and dashed to the city wall that faced toward Himring.
And it seemed to his eyes that he saw a tiny speck approaching.
****
Maglor’s eyes were narrowed against the wind. He stared determinedly ahead, focusing on his invisible destination.
The horse was moving at a gallop, limbs eating up the miles, but it still seemed too slow. Nothing could move fast enough, when he thought of it. Nothing.
He was heading for Gondolin.
It had been partially Maedhros' suggestion, but as soon as Maglor had heard the start of the offer, he had vanished to the stables to get his horse. His brother had barely managed to slow him down enough to pack the bare necessicties for the journey. He had been so eager to leave that he had been out of sight in about ten minutes.
I'm coming, Melethen.
The ground seemed to ring with thunder beneath him.
I'm coming, beloved. I'm coming. Wait for me. I'm coming. It's going to be alright. Not long now. I'll be there soon.
He didn't care for destiny. He didn't care for what his foresight told him. All that mattered was that he reached Gondolin and saw Maeglin once more.
Nothing else mattered. Just Maeglin. The tentative, beautiful young Dark Elf who had taken his heart.
Closer. Closer.
Not long now.
****
He almost fell as he skidded down the wall steps.
Running. Running. Waiting. Loving. Hoping. Praying.
But what will the king think? I know that he has little love for Maglor's family.
Another thought dropped in place of that one.
Then he must keep himself concealed. He could disguise himself.
But why am I so sure that he is coming at all? Is it simply that my mind has begun to weave dreams to relieve the loneliness?
The certanity, however, was lodged stubbornly into his mind.
~*TBC.*~
(A/N: Gah, this is too short. And clumsy. I think I need to wake myself up more.)
Summary: See previous chapter.
Warnings: See previous chapter.
A/N: This chapter took a while to get down to. And to work on. My excuse is that I was trying to juggle another story here, an original fantasy, and this fic with some exams that I'd got coming up. Gah. Anyway -hope this chapter is enjoyable. (And Azzy, I'd be honoured if you want to host it.:)
Chapter Two: I'll Risk Anything to be With You.
Maeglin woke up to the sensation of a gentle, comforting warmth in his chest. For the first time in weeks, the terrible loneliness, desolation, and pain that had plagued him since Maglor’s leaving were gone.
He could have laughed. In fact, he did laugh; a soft, pleased chuckle. The sun had barely started to cast a rim of light over the world, but he could see that gleam –and there was another gleam there, one that shone within him. Somehow, it seemed…familiar.
Yes, familiar. And loving. So strange…
It reminded him of his beloved. It reminded him of Maglor.
He is coming.
The thought came from nowhere, wriggling into his mind, and he could not dislodge it. Truth be told, he didn’t want to. It was a strange thought, but it was nice –and, somehow, it seemed appropriate.
Getting out of bed, he dressed hurriedly, before running out of his chambers and leaving the building. He slipped through the mostly empty streets, which gleamed a creamy yellow in the early sun, and dashed to the city wall that faced toward Himring.
And it seemed to his eyes that he saw a tiny speck approaching.
****
Maglor’s eyes were narrowed against the wind. He stared determinedly ahead, focusing on his invisible destination.
The horse was moving at a gallop, limbs eating up the miles, but it still seemed too slow. Nothing could move fast enough, when he thought of it. Nothing.
He was heading for Gondolin.
It had been partially Maedhros' suggestion, but as soon as Maglor had heard the start of the offer, he had vanished to the stables to get his horse. His brother had barely managed to slow him down enough to pack the bare necessicties for the journey. He had been so eager to leave that he had been out of sight in about ten minutes.
I'm coming, Melethen.
The ground seemed to ring with thunder beneath him.
I'm coming, beloved. I'm coming. Wait for me. I'm coming. It's going to be alright. Not long now. I'll be there soon.
He didn't care for destiny. He didn't care for what his foresight told him. All that mattered was that he reached Gondolin and saw Maeglin once more.
Nothing else mattered. Just Maeglin. The tentative, beautiful young Dark Elf who had taken his heart.
Closer. Closer.
Not long now.
****
He almost fell as he skidded down the wall steps.
Running. Running. Waiting. Loving. Hoping. Praying.
But what will the king think? I know that he has little love for Maglor's family.
Another thought dropped in place of that one.
Then he must keep himself concealed. He could disguise himself.
But why am I so sure that he is coming at all? Is it simply that my mind has begun to weave dreams to relieve the loneliness?
The certanity, however, was lodged stubbornly into his mind.
~*TBC.*~
(A/N: Gah, this is too short. And clumsy. I think I need to wake myself up more.)