Hatred From GriefHis brother had said there were stages to grief. When Maedhros had mentioned that to Elros, he had smiled and nodded, and said that Ada Maglor was smart like that. Maedhros hadn't been able to bring himself to tell Elros that it wasn’t that brother he was referring to. Maglor didn’t like to talk about grief or mourning publicly, throwing himself into his music instead, only appearing again when he was composed. It had been Caranthir, after Maedhros had been rescued and Atar was dead. It always surprised people to learn that his bold, brash, angry, dead brother had a softer side. He had been talking about Fingolfin and Turgon, actually, at that moment. About how Uncle was morose but seemed to be coping, and Turgon was lashing out at everyone. Maedhros wondered what stage of grief he was in now. It didn’t really seem to matter, not when Elrond was staring at him like that, wondering why his father had left and why a jewel had be
Haikuwrimo 2014 - Week 1February 1You’re conceited anda bit too sure of yourself;It’s what I love like.February 2I’m watching you act;You’re an old English gentlemanacross the room from me.February 3Second glances, second guesses,You flirt with everyone.I'm on cloud nine and then in hell.February 4Mistrust, dangling over us;You’re too good for me andI’m too broken for you.February 5Smiles and laughter;I bow my head down andhope you don't see tears.February 6Hello, goodbye,Did you finish the test?I remember every word.February 7You’re graduating soon,I smile and wish you good luck.It was just a dream.
Perspectives on Fingon's DeathCelegormMaedhros is screaming in his sleep again. He always seems to be screaming now. Maglor banned the servants from going anywhere near our camp while he recovers, but Maedhros won’t stop screaming. Caranthir was right. We should have waited until Maedhros had recovered from his injuries before letting him hear about Fingon’s death. These nightmares seem to be sapping his strength away. If he does not start to regain his strength soon…Perhaps our family really is cursed. It has not escaped my notice that both my favorite cousin and Maedhros’ are among the dead, while Galadriel and Turgon, who largely avoided us, are still alive. I already lost my youngest brother. I don’t want to lose my oldest brother too. GaladrielFingon is dead. Celeborn is staring at me now, worried. I regret not reassuring him that I am fine, but Orodreth’s voice is still echoing in my head. Fingon was the oldest of us.
Falling In Love AgainHe’s reading one of his books again, hunched over it to stare at the small letters. I’ve told him that he needs glasses, but he refuses to listen to me and just says that he’ll get them eventually eventually.It struck me today that if anyone else told me that, or if he had told me that when we first married, I would be horribly frustrated at their stubbornness. But with him, it just seems to fit and I find myself smiling at it more than frowning.I had always thought love was an all-consuming passion, like it had been with my first husband and his first wife. This was just supposed to be a marriage of convenience after they died, the two who were not quick or smart enough to keep up with their spouses thrown together by fate.But I find this more comforting than that, and perhaps this is also love.He’s smiling at me now, and I love you slips from my lips. He blushes and mumbles it back.