Of Fire And IceWarning: Fingon/Maedhros slash.Of Fire And Ice8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not graphic or anything (probably PG-13/R, but for gory mankyness, not sex), but if you don't like slash, don't read it!
There's ice in his bones. The chill sinks deep.
But all the way, through the ice and the dark, through the bitterness that chills their bodies and the greater bitterness that chills their hearts, he carries a flame with him that keeps him warm.
Sometimes, the chill near overcomes it, and it dims to an ember, red-gleaming in the dark of his mind. Sometimes, he's so weary he feels he could die (and behind him, on that icy road, are the bodies of those who have), and the flame is all that keeps him moving, though his limbs are stiff with cold and weariness.
When ice groans in the night, when a crevasse opens at their feet, gaping like a hungry monster to swallow them, when rocks come crashing down from some high precipice above, cracking and crushing all in their path, he remembers that flame, and he keeps moving.
When he st
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met you as a child with plaited hair,
And wildness that I soon grew to adore.
Your ringing laughter echoed through the air
In joyous days when we did not know war.
Just when we felt our future was assured,
I lost you when our haven turned to black.
Through fire, ice, and shackles love endured-
You cut me out of hell and brought me back.
Since broken on the battlefield you lie,
What of my soul remains is now consumed
By guilt, for though I left you there to die,
My heart with yours will ever be entombed.
Without you, dearest cousin, lover, friend,
I may live on, but I will never mend.
Fingon to MaedhrosOh, Cousin mine, who thought through peace twould fall,Fingon to Maedhros8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The enemy who hath already proved
Deceitful, least of that writ on the wall.
So now gainst wind and rain you lie near nude
The right hand holds you shackled to the bluff
Suspended bove a deadened valley low.
What choice have I? you tethered by this cuff
But save you from this plight with one last blow?
Do still ye not perceive? For with that stroke
No sooner would thou go, then I too leave
This wretched place, despite doom Mandos spoke,
Despite thy deeds- tis you that still I cleave.
Though falls Anar and future only bleak
Hope flies on golden wings oer mountain peaks.