Maglor Challenge

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Maglor: Why didn't you rescue Maedhros; why did the poor chap have to wait for cousin Fingon to go get him?

A perfect quibble (??) - 500 words. And would you believe it was a coincidence?

Title: Why

Author: tarion_anarore

Rating: General

Warnings: None

 

“Why did you do nothing?”

 

Fingon’s voice remained calm, polite almost, but accusation lay strong in his eyes where it had not on his tonuge. I stiffened, narrowing my eyes and clenching my jaw before turning away from my cousin.

 

“You speak as though I had a choice.”  I said finally.

 

“For fear?” he continued without acknowledging my answer, a hint of scorn in his voice.

 

I whirled around to face my cousin once more, closing the distance between us until our noses nearly touched.

 

“Fear? Ha!” I all but spat. “Seeing as you felt none, Findekáno? Seeing as how you felt little of anything that day?”

 

Fingon’s eyes flashed in anger, but I pressed on.

 

“Why have you come? To continue this self-righteous little act of yours? So you could say ‘See how noble I am, to risk my life for a son of Feanor, the traitor.  See how I would sacrifice myself still, after Feanor and Feanor’s kin betrayed us.’ So that you would be called hero? So you could reveal our dishonor?” I knew I was being unfair, but Fingon’s words had provoked me into defense.

 

“What should I have done then? Sent one of my younger brother’s to find him for me? Gathered an army and stormed Angband? Snuck out alone in the dead of night? Tell me!” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

 

“At least I didn’t sit in comfort while my brother hung in torment.”

 

I barely controlled the urge to slap my cousin across the face.

 

“And youknow what, exactly, about that?  You know what it’s like to watch your father die? You know what it’s like to wait with growing anxiety for your brother’s embassy to return? You know what it’s like to go from being second son to being king in the space of a day? To have to see to the needs of hundreds and yet be constrained by an oath of vengeance sworn in haste?”

 

I paused to catch my breath.

 

“Do you know what it’s like to bear the condemning stares of your people? To see your family fall apart? To wake up every morning knowing you must live another day and going to bed at night hoping you don’t imagine your brother’s screams? Do you know what it’s like to fail?”

 

Silence fell thickly between us, and I turned away so that I did not have to look at my cousin any longer.

 

After a long moment, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

 

“I’m sorry. It’s just…I thought…I didn’t think…” Fingon’s voice was soft, and I could hear the hurt in it, just as I could almost feel his eyes bore into my ankles.

“I forgive you,” I whispered, only half-heartedly paying attention to Fingon’s ineloquent apologies and unfinished justifications. My earlier anger had dissipated, leaving me unexpectedly relieved. Once again in control of my emotions, I looked at Fingon and said, “Do you forgive me?”

 

He nodded.

 

“I forgive you.”

 

“Thank you.”

Shoos away the nuzgul nelyo created.

Comments

[heartofoshun.livejournal.com]

Beautiful! I adore it and it does not at all conflict with the line that I am taking in my story (which, of course, in my little mind makes it even better). I adore both Maglor and Fingon in your piece. Love Maglor's outburst. Understandable and deserved although I surely understand how upset Fingon must have been to have discovered that no had gone after Maedhros.

The whole point about being High King of the Noldor, is that while they were all born not expecting to ever be king (unless, of course, Feanor thought that perhaps Finwe might get bored some day) they all had very short terms of office by elven standards of time. High risk occupation in the First Age for sure.

Again so beautiful and the vast majority of accounts of this same scenario have set my teeth on edge (not that a lot of them have not been clever and well-written even when not at all to my taste) and yours does just the opposite. I have hopes for mine, but would be tickled pink if it can out half as well as this one here--I'm not counting on it.

[tarion-anarore.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! You've made me grin. :)

High risk occupation in the First Age for sure.

Methinks that should be a card in Dawn's boardgame. If you draw the 'High King' card, you have to go back to start. ;)

But seriously, it's really easy to overlook the implications of being High King in the First Age, especially the first few. And I should think that it was much more difficult during the dangerous times in Beleriand compared to the peace of Valinor. Certainly incredibly different.

yours does just the opposite. I have hopes for mine, but would be tickled pink if it can out half as well as this one here

*blush* I'm tickled pink at your kind words. :)