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Ysilme
10/18/18 10:25 am
Narya, they're constantly touring through Europe and the USA, and sometimes even farther abroad. You might be able to find a concert close to you eventually. And I totally agree about the concert!
Narya
10/16/18 09:48 pm
Ysilme, that does sound wonderful, I am so jealous. There's something magical about a really good concert.
Narya
10/16/18 09:48 pm
Hi, Fadesintothewest! *waves* good to see you, hope work isn't too painful.
Spiced Wine
10/15/18 02:32 pm
That sounds amazing, Ysilme :)
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:19 pm
who of my music-loving OCs might be interested in playing the nyckelharpa/keyed fiddle... *ggg* )
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:18 pm
I've been to the most wonderful concert yesterday, Swedish Folk string trio Väsen. The music was so beautiful, and it felt so much like Middle-earth, too. (now I need to figure out
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:17 pm
Nice to see you popping in here, fadesintothewest! *waves* *waves generally around, too* Hope everybody else is doing well enough.
Spiced Wine
10/15/18 10:53 am
Hope you do, too, Fadesintothewest :) Good to see you!
Fadesintothewest
10/15/18 09:27 am
Just wanted to say hello. I know things are slowed down right now. I wish I could be more present but work. Looking forward to participating more soon!!!
Spiced Wine
10/14/18 12:23 pm
Sign of a good fic, if you ask me :)
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The Lost Scrolls by Narya

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Chapter notes:
Maedhros/Fingon. A spooky double drabble. Rated Teen for mild m/m and canon character death.
Maedhros led an army across a field of stinking corpses.

"The men are afraid," Fingon whispered in his ear.

"Of what?"

"Ghosts."

"I do not believe in ghosts."

"Dost thou not?" smiled Fingon, and vanished.

His gut froze. Findekáno!

"I am here, beloved." A cool hand cupped his face. "Thou art dreaming."

Maedhros opened his eyes, sweat prickling on his brow. His cousin's black hair tickled his cheek; he reached up and buried his fingers in its roots. "Swear to me that thou art not a ghost."

Fingon laughed and kissed his neck. Warmth blossomed from the place his lips had touched. "Art thou satisfied, Maitimo?"

"Yes. Yes."

They wound their arms around one another and slept.

*

The next time Maedhros held his cousin, he knelt beside his broken corpse on the battlefield of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

"Do not leave me, beloved," he whispered, stroking the blood-clotted hair. "Haunt me if thou wilt, possess me, but do not leave me alone!"

He felt a whispered laugh in the air, a fleeting kiss on his brow. I thought that thou didst not believe in ghosts, Maitimo?

"Findekáno!"

Crows cawed. The wounded moaned.

Maedhros shook his head. "I am going mad."
Chapter end notes:
Yes, yes, I know, in canon Maedhros retreated and wouldn't have been there at the end. For the purposes of this piece, I changed things.
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