He dreams of Lothlann, of the breaking of the Seige (it is an old dream). He dreams of screams and dragonfire and Glaurung laughing. He dreams of air so hot that breathing hurts, that his armor is burning against his skin. His horse throws him, his faithful grey mare who has borne him for so long, unable to stand in the face of this terror. He dreams of his people dying.
Nelyo, Nelyo, forgive me, we could not hold the Gap!
The flames are so hot, so hot, but no, they are cold, merciless and pure. He holds Light in his hands and it is so beautiful it is everything they fought for, sacrificed for and it burns.
Nelyo it burns, brother what are we to do?
In that cold light Maedhros is beautiful, but his eyes are so, so empty, and there is nothing in them but fire.
No. Nelyo no, please!
Maedhros looks at him, but he doesn't seem to see him, looking down at the flame that is consuming him, that he cannot release, and then he turns and begins to walk.
Nelyo, please! Where are you going? Don't leave me!
Maedhros walks and Maglor follows, but it burns, it burns, and there is fire ahead of them, a crack in the earth, and Maedhros turns and when he smiles at him it is Maitimo, young and free, and then he simply....steps back. And falls.
Goodbye
"NELYO!"
Maglor wakes reaching for the brother long gone, weeping.
Conservatrex
The minute he sees the Intercessor he makes a beeline for him, grey eyes flashing and face set. There is nothing of the gentle bard in him now.
"A dragon." He hisses, furiously cold. "Your masters would send these children against a dragon!"
Cw: mentions of witnessed suicide also burn injuries
He dreams of Lothlann, of the breaking of the Seige (it is an old dream). He dreams of screams and dragonfire and Glaurung laughing. He dreams of air so hot that breathing hurts, that his armor is burning against his skin. His horse throws him, his faithful grey mare who has borne him for so long, unable to stand in the face of this terror. He dreams of his people dying.
Nelyo, Nelyo, forgive me, we could not hold the Gap!
The flames are so hot, so hot, but no, they are cold, merciless and pure. He holds Light in his hands and it is so beautiful it is everything they fought for, sacrificed for and it burns.
Nelyo it burns, brother what are we to do?
In that cold light Maedhros is beautiful, but his eyes are so, so empty, and there is nothing in them but fire.
No. Nelyo no, please!
Maedhros looks at him, but he doesn't seem to see him, looking down at the flame that is consuming him, that he cannot release, and then he turns and begins to walk.
Nelyo, please! Where are you going? Don't leave me!
Maedhros walks and Maglor follows, but it burns, it burns, and there is fire ahead of them, a crack in the earth, and Maedhros turns and when he smiles at him it is Maitimo, young and free, and then he simply....steps back. And falls.
Goodbye
"NELYO!"
Maglor wakes reaching for the brother long gone, weeping.
Conservatrex
The minute he sees the Intercessor he makes a beeline for him, grey eyes flashing and face set. There is nothing of the gentle bard in him now.
"A dragon." He hisses, furiously cold. "Your masters would send these children against a dragon!"