#thread verse

He doesn’t know how long he is sitting there for, but after a long silence where he can only hear the sound of the wind roaring up from the precipice and his own heartbeat in his ears, there are footsteps again. Slower, this time, approaching steadily until someone crouches down in front of him and Maeglin looks up to see bright red hair and a pale face documented with scars.

“Maeglin,” Maedhros says softly. He crouches in front of him, balancing with his fingertips pressed against the stone. “Maeglin, you’re safe here. I won’t let any harm ever come to you.”

Staring at Maedhros, the General of the Galad Lain, the one who brought them all through to this and who has done so many things along the way, who loves Fingon so fiercely, Maeglin believes him.

And another for @theheirofashandfire from chapter 9 of All your mother's thread. I had this one in mind since quite a long time actually.

Hauta.

When he opens his eyes, the hall is filled with light.

Gil-Galad with the Silmaril for @theheirofashandfire from Chapter 6 of That Which They Defend because I wanted to really draw him at some point

"I think you could find a way to pluck stars from the night sky if you believed it to be just. Fingon is smiling, Maedhros knows it. He could draw his smile from memory alone, if asked. I love you. I know that you can do this."

From chapter 9 of A Thread Unraveled, for @theheirofashandfire

I really love this character, she's so interesting !! And so cool !! And also you always need a competent woman when you least expect it.

The fact that she knows him since post-thangorodrim and is thus Not Impressed makes their dynamic really interesting like yes, this is my lord. Yes he is very scary-clever smt and also a fool in love and also I was guarding his sickroom before we properly met and damn does he has the will to live

“How’s Fingon?” Saelwen says slyly when he finds her.

Maedhros gives her a flat look. “Every cycle you take an unusual amount of glee in knowing that we married,” he says. “It is disconcerting.”

The night has come on fast, though there are enough torches lit across the camp that it barely matters. Maedhros walks a little ways away, into the darkness. “Look,” he says to the baby, looking up at the sky. “Look, the stars are just coming out.”

The baby tilts his head back, staring up with wide eyes even though he can’t possibly make out the stars so high up above them.