For Feanorian week Day 2 - Maglor prompt: Kingship Also on AO3.
catch him off guard. Usually well-composed and trying to hide his
emotions even from her, now his shoulders seemed to sag under the
weight of worries. He looked vulnerable as ever, and so tired….
was reading the message again and again, although he certainly knew
it very well. As everyone in their camp.
She came closer and put her hand on
his shoulder. ‘You should get some rest, melmenya.
Don’t think about it right now. Tomorrow you’ll talk with your
brothers and you’ll make decision.’
already decided’ he said, turning to her. She saw he tried to look
calm, but his eyes, full of despair, were telling everything. After
all, what else could they do?
don’t have to do it alone. That’s such burden…’
that’s why I have to do this alone. It’s my responsibility. I’m…
I’m the oldest now. And I’m their king.’
touched his face gently.
Words were senseless here. Makalaurë
might play tough, but she
knew him too well. He would
be always blaming himself for this. For that the didn’t go
desperate charge to die at the walls of Angband. For that they didn’t
agree to waive they rights to Silmarils and return west. Even if
there were nowhere to return. Even if they would be condemned to
everlasting darkness. Even if Maitimo is already death by
think of it right now, she
couldn’t break down. She
had already wasted enough time for pity herself, for mourning
something which cannot be undone.
She felt she had to help
after she was so cruel to
him for months, giving him
just more reasons
to worry. And
only now she saw how hard he endured it.
hope you know you’re
not alone in this’
she kissed him in forehead.
know, Laimissë. But…
I can handle it. As
Maitimo did. He protected
now I have to.’
His face was so pale, dark
circles under his eyes… Signs of many days without sleep. And yet
he said it firmly, with great
power in his voice. He
closed his eyes and composed himself ‘and