#maeglin understands what it’s like to be a small child and left to fend for himself in a forest trying to kill him

[fistfuloflightning]

Can i request maedhros and maeglin pls pls i miss your art of them 🥹

The waiting was the worst part. The Feanorians were cleaning up stragglers from Doriath, too busy to keep a lookout for Maedhros. Only Maeglin remained planted at the edge of the camp, as he had been for several days now, with only Maglor as sporadic company.

The snow had whipped up, shrouding the skeletal trees of the forest and reducing the men to red-cloaked wraiths. Maeglin continued pacing, and as he turned once more, his eye was caught by movement at the camp’s edge.

Maedhros, emerging from the snow like a ghost. Armor discarded and his cloak wrapped tightly around him. A cry was torn out of Maeglin and he took off running, boots light on the snow. Up close, Maedhros looked haggard and worn, his scars more defined. But there was a spark of life in his grey eyes that Maeglin had never seen.

Maedhros’ cloak squirmed.

Maeglin gaped at the small bundles held tightly to Maedhros’ chest. A glimpse of two silver-gilt heads and disproportionally large ears. Elflings. “You found them?” he breathed, gripping Maedhros’ arm.

And that spark of warmth in his eyes fell on Maeglin. Joy. Victory. Peace.

“I did.”