Out of the Woods (Maedhros x Reader) Modern Girl in Middle Earth
Prompt: “Let me go.”
Pairing: Maedhros x Reader
Warnings:
Requested by: Anonnie, so probably not what you had in mind, but I kinda like it. Then again I’m trash for Modern Girl in (Insert name of world) so there’s that.
This wasn’t meant to happen. None of this should have happened, and it most definitely shouldn’t have gone as far as it did. Being a human from the 21st century and getting thrown into the First Age in Middle Earth was impossible as it was. To make things even more unrealistic, you’d managed to find the fair folk- more they managed to find you stumbling through the woods, lost and crying. The group took pity on you and took you to their city. You can’t remember the name of it, only that it was massive and beautiful. You could help but gaze in awe as some of the group maneuvers you around the city. They were taking you to meet the king.
Maedhros was tall and radiant with long red hair. He walked and talked like a king, stern but diplomatic. You explained your situation, not quite understanding it yourself. He believed your words and allowed you sanctity in his walls and within his castle until a way home was found for you. That had become the beginning of something that shouldn’t have been.
The two of you often found yourselves in the library together. You’d always loved books and despite not being able to understand the elvish words, being surrounded by book was a comfort in a foreign world. Maeehros found you one day and offered to teach you the language.
“Who knows how long you will be here Lady Y/N, it is best you know the language of the people you are to live with.” He told you. It wasn’t until the second week of the lessons that you realized he could have gotten someone else to teach you, but he chose to.
“Why do you insist to take time out of your day to teach me? As a king, you probably have many duties and you’ve already been gracious enough to let me stay here.” You had asked him the fifth week of him tutoring you.
“Would you rather me leave you to the hands of another?” Mirth coating each of his words with a mischevious twinkle in his eyes.
“No, I suppose I wouldn’t.”
You’d been in Middle Earth for 40 years now, somehow you hadn’t aged a day, and was no closer to finding a way back home than your first day here. Somehow you didn’t mind that. Since that time lots had happened, most centered around Maedhros- former High King of the Noldor. The two of you began to court a year after your arrival. Everything had been fantastic- your ache to return home dimming by the second- then Morgoth happened. Maedhros had been taken and hung upon Thangorodrim. He’d been rescued but lost his hand in the process and relinquished his throne. The two of you moved away as Maedhros tried to heal. Things got easier but were never the same. Still, you refused to leave.
“Why do you stay with me? Wouldn’t it be easier to fall in love with someone, not me?” he asked one night as you were getting ready for bed. You walked over to him, only uttering one sentence that erased any doubt.
“But they wouldn’t be you, Mae.”
Times never got better, at least not with Maedhros. He clung to the oath he’d made, and it began to corrupt his mind. He committed horrendous acts just at the chance he might hold the precious jewels in his hand. You tried so hard to pull his attention away from the poisonous things, but he always came back to it. Everything revolved around them. Nothing you said or did had any effect on him. It soon reached a point that he was unpredictably violent.
“Why do you not support me? Isn’t that your job as my wife? Quit constantly questioning me and stand by my side as you were intended!” his harsh tone and cold eyes were enough for you to know this wasn’t the Maedhros you fell in love with. This one was cruel and greedy, your Maedhros was kind and patient. So you did the only thing you could. You left and never looked back.
After leaving Maedhros you found yourself in a city, founded by King Finrod, where you searched day and night for a way home. It seemed hopeless, but your fury and heartache fueled you to do the impossible. And then the impossible became possible. There was a book, old and worn, the described a way to return home. It was a silly spell, but it was all you had.
Weighing the options in your mind, the decision was made. For the past 40 years home had become here, but in a moment of clarity, you realized home was where you belong. And where you belonged wasn’t here, not anymore at least. Miraculously the spell had worked and you woke up in the same spot you remembered from Earth, Middle Earth and Maedhros seeming like a distant dream.
It had been three years since returning to Earth. In that time you managed to convince yourself that Middle Earth and all its patrons were just an incredibly vivid and detailed dream; magic and elves weren’t real.
Walking down the crowded and noisy streets of New York, you attempted to get to your destination, a quaint coffee shop a block away from your apartment. In the hustle and bustle of the city, you didn’t hear a distantly familiar voice calling your name. However, you did feel a strong grip latch onto your upper arm. Instinct taking over you whirl around and try to pull away from your attacker
“Let me go!” you shouted at them, continuing to struggle until you looked in their eyes. He was incredibly tall, with gorgeous red hair and a piercing crystal blue eyes. It was him, but it couldn’t. He wasn’t supposed to be here, or even real! Yet, here he was in the flesh; a real person and not a figment of your imagination.
“Maedhros.” your voice barely louder than a whisper. He shouldn’t have heard you, not with the amount of background noise. But the edge of his lips pulled into a mischevious smirk, one you’d seen a dozen times. He stepped to you as you moved towards him- like two magnets. He reached out, touching your face.
“I understand now how you felt when you first came to Middle Earth.” you laugh at his statement and he laughs with you, the twinkle that he lost so long ago finally returning, and nothing could warm your heart more.
“Well, let me start off by introducing you to coffee.”
So because I’m INSANE I will be deleting, rewriting, and then reposting. Something I may be doing with a few other pieces🤺👩🎨
