Tricks“Maedhros!”More Like This
Maedhros looked around as he heard his name, frowning when he realized it was coming from a hole in the ground. Looking into it he saw one of his brothers.
“Yes, it’s me,” Curufin replied, looking up at his brother. “Will you help me out?”
“Why are you down there to begin with?” Maedhros said. As he spoke, he began to drop his bags on the ground, preparing to help his brother out.
“I was trying to scare Finrod. He ran, I fell, and now I’m stuck.” Curufin reached his arms up as Maedhros stretched down into the hole.
Maedhros smiled at his brother’s pout, before pulling him up. “I suppose you won’t be doing that anymore?”
“Not until I’m tall enough to get out of the holes on my own,” Curufin smirked.
“Very well. I won’t do it anymore if your highness would prefer I not,” Curufin said. Maedhros raised
Spark - chapter 5StrengthMore Like This
"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 spent most of that time staring at the stump, trying to accept that it was a part of him now.
He could not deny that the discovery that he was maimed had left him badly shaken. It had cast a doubt on every single thing that he had been clinging to since first realising that his ordeal was over. Revenge. Strength. Normality. Fingon's reac