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Spark - final chapterBurden
The lake-shore lay under several inches of snow, the lake frozen and covered with a white blanket. Maedhros sat leaning against the trunk of a leafless willow, whose branches vanished into the ice, hung with glittering icicles like glass beads. The sinking sun threw long-fingered shadows across the icy lake and frozen fields, creeping behind the Mountains of Mithrim in the west, in what felt to Maedhros like a constant reminder that no hope would come from that direction.
He was wrapped in a warm cloak against the cold, his right arm in a sling to prevent him from jolting movements. The stump was still tender to the touch, but he knew that, in time, it would heal completely.
The lake lay to his right, the last rays of sunlight turning it into a glittering spectacle trying to catch his eye, but he was not looking at it. His gaze was to the northeast.
There, across the peaks of Ered Wethrin, lay Angband. The day had been grey and cloudy, so he could barely make out the moun

Spark - chapter 5Strength

"So… Fingon has told you."

"I found out on my own."

"We thought it would be best not to tell you until you… were stronger."

"That would have been quite a feat."

Maglor shot his older brother an almost anxious glance, not asking the next question: So how did you take it?

Maedhros was sitting up in bed again, propped up against pillows, as he had almost all the time since the previous day. His back, shoulder and arm weren't taking it well, but he was determined not to give up any hard-earned ground. Sitting up had meant having his right arm in plain sight for twenty-four hours. He had risen to the challenge, having spen

Spark - chapter 4Maimed

His broken shoulder was finally healing. The healers had expressed their amazement at the fact, but for Maedhros, it didn't bring that much of a change for the better. Progress and healing were still slow. He could turn his head without passing out from dizziness, and he found he could even move his right arm again, but it felt so strange, alien, and raw, that he mostly remained lying the way he was, still enduring them doing almost everything for him. And there was something else, a nagging fear of something unspoken. He had not had a look at his right hand in all this time.

"What aren't you telling me?" he finally found the courage

Spark - chapter 3Guilt

Turgon's voice was cold. It was always cold when Maedhros heard him speak, which was seldom. Fingolfin's and most of the others' were usually rather flat around him, even the healers'.

"His brother is at the gate."

Fingon turned from his chair at Maedhros' bed to look at his brother standing in the door. "Which of them?" he asked in surprise.

Turgon laughed without humour. "Does it matter?"

"It does. Can you imagine Caranthir walking through our camp? There'd be blood."

"It's Maglor. So there probably won't be blood. Not that he'd deserve it any less." Turgon's voice was dark with resentment. "Atar allowed him to pass. Mainly beca

Spark - chapter 2Words

Words and music. Two things that were so far removed that it took Maedhros a while to even realize they were there. His mind still did not understand them, but his heart did, at least in part. It recognized them as something to break through the endless cycle of painful heartbeats, and left him no say in the matter. He suddenly found that it had the music, and the words, as if it remembered them from a time long ago, though that seemed impossible. They came automatically, forcing themselves out of him with such strength that he couldn't hold them back. He sang the words, sang the music, without having any recollection of how to sing, o

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Traditional Art / Drawings / Fantasy

I haven't drawn on pastel paper in eight or nine years - because my dratted old scanner didn't pick anything up on those. Now it finally occurred to me that I might try them again... And I love the result!

Maedhros. Either pre-Thangorodrim or... I have finally caved in and given him long hair. And then there was always that copper circlet that Tolkien said he wore and that would never really fit with his old hairstyle.

Don't give me any gleeful "I told you so's" please. I'm feeling bad enough as it is.

Maedhros son of Fëanor is from J. R. R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion.

Pencil, white pencil and white gouache on pastel paper.

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~silmarlfan1 Feb 4, 2013

I would just love to make a sculpture of Maedhros from your sketches. they are so consistent.

~haius Nov 30, 2012

Maybe Maglor or someone was like, "You know, you've been rescued for a long time. Maybe you should grow your hair out again." So Maedhros tried it, and it was okay, but somehow it didn't feel right, so eventually he cut it again, and everyone was like, "Noooo! It looked so good! Why did you cut it?" And he replied with, "Because that hairstyle was the old Maedhros, and that's not me any more. SO THERE." And they all shut up because he was right, and anyhow, short hair looks good on him.