winterborn

Author: Az (Azmodan76@yahoo.co.uk)

Homepage: http://www.nad-no-ennas.net

4 - AN: righties... Makalaure is the mother chosen name for Maglor, just so you know. And it is actually true that Maglor became high king for a while. And Nerwende is non other than Galadriel, this is her quenyan name, she was not called Galadriel until much later. I read a fic that stated that Maedhros stonghold was hithlum, this is not the case, Hithlum is the land where Fingolfin’s castle is (and Fingon’s too) – where we are in this fic is Himring, the strong hold of Maedhros, located in Himland *smiles* enough preaching, on with the story.

Extra AN; for those waiting for harvester of sorrow, im afraid you will have to wait alittle longer. -sowwy

Betaed by; Calad my darling little pet elf

Rating: R (eventually N17)

Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine, sad but true.

Summary: Maglor is given a gift he doesn’t want, and is Fingon actually accusing Aegnor for high treason?

Warnings: angst, & AU!

Pairings: (over all) Amrod/Elured Maedhros/Fingon Maeglin/Maglor & Maeglin/Eöl implied
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Chapter 4 – I am the pusher; I am the whore

Amrod stood outside the cell for some time, until he, with a voice no higher than a whisper, said, “Can you hear me?” It seemed likstupstupid question, but he didn’t know what else to say. He studied the huddled prisoner in the shadows. At the sound of his voice, however soft, he saw to his regret the dark form twitch. Not that Amrod could blame him, after all, he was a prisoner. Amrod stepped closer to the bars, observing the other elf. “Is there anything you need? Are you hungry? Wet? Hurt?” The prisoner just pulled his knees further up under his chin, and didn’t answer. Amrod was confused; he was trying to help, and still this dim-witted prisoner refused to answer.

At the other end of the corridor, Amrod heard two guards talking. As the noise came closer towards him he sighed. “I wish there was someway I could help, but apparently not.” Then he turned, and hurried out of the corridor with the cells to each side. He couldn’t risk getting caught down here. As he hurried out from the depressing surroundings, he had never been more happy about his own fortune; He got to go to a soft bed and his loving family. He wondered if the prisoner had ever had that. As he reached the living quarters, he swiftly hurried down to his own chamber.

Opening the door he smiled at Amras laying on his back on his bed, humming in his sleep. He was fortunate indeed. But the picture of the pitiful elf wouldn’t disappear as he lay down in his bed. He swore to himself he had to find a way to help this poor elf.
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Maglor whistled a merry tune as he walked from the kitchen. He was heading up towards Maedhros room to feed him the morning meal, but after all this was a beautiful spring morning; even his sullen brother could not deny that.

He opened the door, and he smiled at Maedhros who stood leaning against the windowsill. “Maitimo”, he said as he dashed ss tss the room. “This is indeed a fine morn is it not?”

“Yes,” Maedhros answered, “Makalaure?”

“What?” Maglor said with a smile. It had been so long since his brother had called him by his mother’s name; this was proof to him that Maedhros was getting better.

“Why are you taking care of me?”

Maglor sat down the tray with a dull bump. “You are my king, and my beloved brother! Why should I not care for you?” he answered.

“No Makalaure, I am not. It is I who should bow to you” Maedhros said as he slowly moved towards his bed. Maglor noticed the effort it took and the lengths his brother went to not to show his pain.

“Do not say such,” Maglor said softly, as he sat down on the bed and waited with the warm oatmeal, “Now come and eat some food.”

“I am serious Maglor,” the king panted, as he sat down on the bed. “You have been carrying out my chores for over 3 years now.” He turned and looked at Maglor with a smile. “It is only fair thou sou should get to wear the crown”

“No!” Maglor gasped. “Don’t even think that; you are soon well and then you need your crown” he held out a spoon with oatmeal for his brother

Maedhros opened his mouth and swallowed the hot food looking utterly displeased. “I will accept were it only for a little while…” Maglor finally said.

Maedhros smiled a wide smile, which had once been brilliant, but now it scared his face instead. To Maglor it was a direct insult of the fair features of his brother. “Thank you” Maedhros said.

“But,” Maglor said, “I will only do this if you agree to let the smith measure up for the prostheses.”

After some moments of silence the red-haired elf nodded, “I will allow that then.”

“Thank you so much.” Maglor said as he handed his brother yet another spoonful of oatmeal.

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Aegnor sat and read in a book as he noticed Fingon walk past. His cousin looked so haunted, in some strange way he seemed as if as nas not really there at all. “Fingon?”

Fingon turned and watched his cousin, “Good morning Aegnor.”

“You look troubled cousin,” Aegnor said as he put away the book “you should rejoice, and not fret.”

“Why should I rejoice?” Fingon said puzzled, but walked closer to his blond cousin.

“It is so long since we last met; we were but children the last time.” Aegnor said softly, observing his raven-haired cousin waver between running and sitting down. “Remember?”

Fingon smiled, “Yes I do.”

“Remember how our sisters made our life’s miserable back then?” Aegnor chuckled.

“Oh yes indeed, those two miserable wrenches.” Fingon laughed softly as he finally sat down opposite Aegnor at the table by the window.

“How is she?” Aegnor suddenly said, “Adrehel I mean.”

“I do not know; she went to live with our brother Turgon, and I have not seen her since, but rumours have it she is married.” Fingon said resting his head in his palms, looking at his cousin.

“I heard that as well” Aegnor said, “I heard her marriage was blessed with a child”

“Oh?” Fingon said and raised a brow “I have not heard this; where did you get this information?”

“It does not matter…” Aegnor said

Fingon frowned “What are you keeping from me?”

“I.. eh.. I do not think its wise for me to tell you all I hear.” Aegnor said and reached for his tea “They are but rumours you know.”

“Tell me anyway,” Fingon said, hating the pleasing tone that had suck into his voice, “She is my sister after all”

The blond nodded. “I heard the elf she married is of a strange kind that prefers night to day, and that he keeps her locked up underground”

Fingon paled. “Her? But she always loved nature…”

“This is but a rumour, as I said, I do not know about its validity.” Aegnor reached in over the table and gently touched Fingon’s arm. “I am sure they are just vicious mumblings of those who are envious, cousin.”

Fingon nodded slowly. “I pray you are right.”

For some time both elf lords just sat and looked at each other, until Fingon raised his voice above a mumble. “Was that your reason to join the party to Doriath?”

“You should not even be thinking this Fingon…” Aegnor said with a warning edge to his otherwise soft words.

“Maybe not dear cousin, but never the less I am. So, did you?” Fingon said and leaned in over the table to whisper. “Did you go there to spare your sisters beloved?”

“Fingon,” Aegnor hissed. “Don’t!”

“You did just that. See I know that Nerwende went to Menegroth, and I know she found love there.” He paused and licked his lips slowly, “I even know his name.”

Aegnor paled. “I did no such thing.”

Fingon sat back in his chair and smiled at his ghostly pale cousin. “So how is your sister, my dear cousin? Did she marry and get blessed with children?”

“N-no” Aegnor stammered watching Fingon closely. “Not that I heard of, and I would surely have been invited for such a feast”

“Oh I see,” Fingon said venomously, as he rested his fingertips on his lower lip. “I suspect you are right, for she is a true lady of pure intentions and demeanour, right?” He did a little insulted toss with his head. “It’s not like her to run off and birth some half-breed offspring. Forgive me, I should have known better Aegnor.”

Aegnor hung his head and nodded “Understood cousin.”

“Good.” Fingon said softly with a smile. “Never speak thus of my sister again”

The blond nodded, “Forgive me, I did not mean to imply that...”

“My sister was promiscuous?” Fingon added.

“I never said that!” Aegnor gasped.

Both elves looked at each other, until Fingon got up from his char and bid his cousin a fond day, walking off towards his chambers.

-tbc-