Ermingarden

Medieval image of bird with monk head



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    Would it never end? Would there always be one more mother standing on the shore, looking out to sea, full of a grief made more terrible by hope?
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    Elwing and Nerdanel in Valinor in the Fourth Age; a story about children coming home.

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    Maglor comes to Maedhros with a request: to petition Fingolfin for a change of Noldorin marital law on behalf of his eldest daughter.

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    It is not yet sunset, but the drapes are drawn over the small window, leaving the bare cold room in almost complete darkness. Maglor’s eyes, which grew accustomed to seeing solely by starlight in the long years before the Sun and Moon were made, make out his brother’s form anyway. Maedhros is sitting in the chair, fully dressed and armoured, his hand resting limp and empty in his lap, his expression utterly vacant.

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    Maedhros is having a bad day. Maglor tries to help.

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    “It is not my body that imprisons me,” Maedhros said with a pointed look at the shackles around his wrists.

    Sauron laughed. “You are quite mistaken. Take, for example, the – what is it your people call it? – the blossoming, I believe, is the local term; an interesting metaphor; the Sindar are of course very florally minded. It is most tiresome. Ah, I remember – opening.” He smirked. “Avoiding metaphor altogether, for of course it is an opening. There is the obvious if rather undignified physical action, of course, but what is strange to me is the effect that then has on the spirit – which opens, which yields. Therefore your body compels a subjection not merely to your own flesh but even to the flesh of another – and thus, of course, to the spirit of another. Now that is imprisonment, if you like!”

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