cyanidechan:“Sleep now, Maitimo,” Fingon said as he gently stroked Maedhros’ brow
cyanidechan:“Sleep now, Maitimo,” Fingon said as he gently stroked Maedhros’ brow and tucked the blanket more firmly around his body to shield him from the cold. Fingon then began to talk of the wondrous places he’d seen since leaving Aman, and all the activities he desired to do with Maedhros once he recovered his strength. He even talked about the music he had written during Maedhros’ absence, and started to softly hum one of the new songs for him.As Maedhros was comforted by the sound of his cousin’s voice, the stars quietly left Varda’s skies and Manwë’s white mantle spread over the blue dome of Heaven outside his room. The hushed air veiled itself in descending white skyflowers and the trees became holy—their branches robed in feathery snow. Though no light could pierce through the mist that covered the heavens and Arda in its whiteness, Maedhros finally closed his eyes with a small smile on his lips as if all the stars had gathered in the crook of Fingon’s arm while his cousin rocked him to sleep.Commission for @playing-with-inks’s birthday based on her lovely story “Song in Your Presence” -- source link
#aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh#- maedhros -#russingon