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Maglor / Maglor and Maitimo
Maglor needs a hug
CREON. Why did you try to bury your brother? ANTIGONE. I owed it to him. CREON. I had forbidden it. ANTIGONE. I owed it to him. Those who are not buried wander eternally and find no rest. If my brother were alive, and he came home weary after a long day's hunting, I should kneel down and unlace his boots. I should fetch him food and drink, I should see that his bed was ready for him. Polynices is home from the hunt. I owe it to him to unlock the house of the dead in which my father and mother are waiting to welcome him. Polynices has earned his rest. CREON. Polynices was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it. ANTIGONE. He was my brother.
– "ANTIGONE", jean anouilh, trans. lewis galantière.
-> Both the Maedhros/Maglor of this, and the way it parallels the Fëanor/Fingolfin of it, too. He was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it. There is no grave, nothing left behind, and then how could either Maglor or Fingolfin ever leave any of it truly behind. Those who are not buried wander eternally and find no rest, and then, so does Maglor. Like! Okay!!
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a quiet moment in each other's embrace (elrond and elros are asleep)
Maedhros and Maglor Week will run February 16-22, 2025! Time to get inspired!
Fanworks can respond to one or more prompts or be anything you like, as long as there's a focus on Maedhros and Maglor!
Text version below:
after the nirnaeth arnoediad
In the aftermath of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the failure of the Union, the beacon of hope that was Maedhros had died.
For now, the most logical way forward to fulfill the Oath, as Celegorm had rightfully pointed out, was to repeat the very sin that had condemned them in the first place— to turn their blades upon their own kind, the followers of Dior Eluchil, Thingol’s Heir, who now held the only Silmaril stolen from Morgoth.
The leader that Maglor looked up to so fondly, that he would sacrifice anything for— was lost in a sea of gray, clinging to the last remnants of his broken ideals.
“And you would accept this, Maglor?” Maedhros snapped at his beloved brother, knowing no other would forgive his anger. “You would become a slave, to the Oath?”
“What I feel matters little, if at all,” Maglor admitted, meeting the fires of his brother’s wrath with determined eyes. “My feelings will not change what we both know must be done.”
“What must be done? You would have us become monsters!” Maedhros argued. “Is an advisor not meant to dissuade his leader, when he strays on the wrong path? I sought your guidance, and you only pull me deeper into the shadows… Do you have nothing to say for yourself?” Maedhros gripped Maglor’s shoulders, his breath heavy, tears flowing as he forcefully pressed his brother against the wall.
Maglor said nothing, as he endured Maedhros’s anger, another token of his brother's love.
“I thought better of you… You disgust me.”
“Tell me true... is this… who you really are, Nelyo?”
“No, I… I no longer know who I am anymore,” confessed Maedhros. “Perhaps I never did.”
“But we have lied to ourselves for this long, have we not?” Maglor tearfully reminded his brother, offering a manufactured smile to comfort him. “It would not hurt to lie a little longer. You still have something to live for, after all.” He gently placed a calloused hand on the scarred, beautiful skin of Maedhros's cheek, thumb gently brushing against his lip, his breath hitching. A sign of what they once had.
“You have me, dearest brother of my heart,” said Maglor, sweet voice floating above the dissonance of Maedhros's pained cries. “You shall always have me.”