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Maedhros' Return.
Maedhros, among his close relatives, was the first to be released from the Halls of Mandos. It is unknown to him why, as he expected to never be allowed to see the world again, not it is clear to him why he, who was the last to die, was released before the others. Only Namo and maybe Manwë own that knowledge, all he knows is that he was released, so unexpectedly to him, that once awakened again into the world, he was completely clueless on what to do, what to seek.
While in the Halls, he isolated himself just like Fëanor did. He didn't have the heart to meet those he killed and all the souls to whom he caused so much grief. Neither he fancied to meet his brothers and even less, their father. Truth is, he avoided Fëanor out of fear, mainly. He is aware of his own actions, giving the crown to Fingolfin, fail so miserably in almost everything and killing himself in the end, causing the loss of one Silmaril forever. Even now he fears Fëanor, but doesn't expect his return.
In the Halls, he had many ages to consider his actions and all the horrible deeds he committed, but truth is, he can't recognize himself, he doesn't understand how could he be capable of such things. In the past it was the same, when on his own he always used to be calmer and less fiery than he was in the presence of his father and brothers, who somehow always manage to trigger that violent part of him with the right words.
He awakened in Middle-Earth, he is still far from welcome in Valinor, in the middle of the Forest of Fangorn, As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that despite he spent so many centuries riding across this land, everything changed and by now, there is probably little to nothing of the world he used to know. People died, realms fell. He was alone, lost and with nothing more than his clothes.
He knew that the only option he had at that moment, even before thinking of his future, was to find someone willing to give him some information, but he also knew he had to be careful. Despite the majority of people of his times died, his name probably still echoes in the hearts of the heirs of those who fell because of his family.
He thought he had little chance to stay unnoticed anyway, at his times it was much more rare to find copper haired Elves than it is in the present, so he thought that his hair alone would give him away. Not to mention the fact he literally knew nothing and nobody. What would he say? He lost his memory?
He traveled the forest and it took him a few days to reach the end of it. Luckily, his skills might be rusty but still present so he didn't have much problems to navigate an unknown and dangerous forest.
His first plan was to head to the very first inhabited place in order to seek some information and maybe some supplies for free and considering he reached that end of the forest bordering with Rohan, he headed towards off towards Aldburg in the Eastfold, clueless on what he would find.
Though, he had a strange dose of luck on his way as he came across Gandalf, who was riding towards Isengard. Both recognized each other and the Istar stopped his horse to which the two exchanged a long and deep look. Clearly, not even him was aware of Maedhros' release and neither he trusted his possible intentions. Nothing to blame on him on that.
The first to break that stare was Maedhros, who, as a sign of his change and good will, humbly knelt in front of Gandalf, showing a dose of humbleness that he certainly lacked in his previous life.
As he hoped, his gesture was taken positively by the old Istar, who finally accepted to speak with him. He didn't have much to ask that he didn't guess as soon as he saw him. Clearly he was lost and confused and troubled. If he wasn't unarmed, he would give for granted he was going to attack a village of the Mark, but clearly it was not the case.
Anyway, Maedhros was the one to speak first, he knows nobody owes him anything in this world and due to his deed, he is pretty much in debt with half of the Elves who still live. -Still knelt- «You owe me nothing, not even this time you are wasting in my presence, Mithrandir. I've awakened in this world again but with no claimings. All I beg you to grant me, is some information to be able to survive in the new world...»
«What is it that you need to know? I will answer, where my knowledge allows me to.» Gandalf could clearly notice that broken tone in his voice and it brought him hope that he could really manage to redeem himself in this age.
«Where could I go to begin a new life, away from my past and my old self?» Truth is, he fears even now that in the specific circumstances, all his good purposes and hopes could fall into pieces, so he wanted to avoid any possible bad influence that could bring him to cause harm again.
«Beyond the Misty Mountains, what you knew as Ered Hithui, north from the gates of Khazad-dum lies Rivendell, the home of Elrond. You can still find friends among your kind, if your intention are as noble as you claim.» Gandalf knew that Elrond wouldn't deny help to Maedhros, in any case.
The Elf remained thoughtful for some time. He didn't think Elrond was still alive and it surprised him positively. He held him dear, both he and his brother Elros, which brought him to a spontaneous question. «Elros too is...?»
«No, Elros chose a different path from him brother. Where Elrond chose immortality, he chose a mortal life.» Without further questions, after some moments of silence from Maedhros, the two left each other and Maedhros started his journey towards Rivendell.
Having nothing, his travel proceeded rather slow and uncomfortable at first, until he had the luck to come across some wild horses.. He managed to capture and tame one, which sped up his journey greatly.
He went through many dangers and complications on the way, but nothing could stop him. He is still a Noldor of the Ancient type, a Fëanorian, not many like them are still left to Middle-Earth. So he of course reached Rivendell.
He didn't know what to say to Elrond nor he expected him to be happy of his return, but he was desperate and had no other choice.
Reached the palace of Elrond, he was stopped and he asked to meet with the Elven King. The guard was clearly recluctant, Maedhros refused to give any further information about him beside a fake name: Luinthamo.
At the mention of a mysterious red haired Elf, something snapped in Elrond immediately and gave him mixed feelings, fear, worry and also happiness though. He ordered to let the Elf in, and as soon as he saw him, he realized that what he first felt was true, Maedhros was back for real. And his entrance was followed by a shocked expression from Elrond and some long and heavy moments of silence. Maedhros doesn't blame Elrond for his mixed feelings about him, after all, he is the one who threatened the life of his real parents, forced them to abandon their children, exterminated all the people he and his brother knew and then raised them with Maglor.Mix of hate and love.
Again, it was Maedhros to speak first, wanting to make clear that he was claiming nothing from him. But he had nothing, no one and nowhere to go. And he said to him he was sorry. Just like that, without specify what exactly for, but by the tone he had and the expression he made, it was clear that he meant for everything. Everything he caused to him and every other Elf. Then he apologized again for what he was about to do and actually hugged him. Which was definitely a great surprise.
Afterwards, Elrond offered his total help to him and his ospitality in his palace and according to Maedhros' wish and plans, he helped him to invent a fake story for himself that could be convincing and work on anybody who could question him about his identity.
Luinthamo, nomad Sindarin half Elf who lately decided to move to Rivendell to offer his skills to his own kind. They decided to pretend he learnt his crafting skills from the Dwarves of the Ered Luin, even though it will be clear that those designes are nothing of Dwarven origin.
Elrond spoke to him about the important events of the last times, he adivsed him to pretend to be young, since it would take him whole years to study everything that happened in those long ages, to justify his ignorance towards many facts. He showed him a few maps so that he could learn the new shape of the world, the new Realms and dominions and advised him to keep all the possible distance from Mirkwood and the actual Sindar elves.
Maedhros thus moved to Rivendell and made it his home, living in Elrond's palace with him and his family while offering his skills as blacksmith to all the people of Rivendell. He is not really great at crafting jewels but he still can create good looking and shiny gems that can satisfy many common elves and humans, but what he is the best is the crafting of swords and daggers. His designs are so appreciated that many Elves come to him even just to use his creations as decorations and despite he preferred to keep a very low profile to avoid problems, his name started to spread among the Elves and many keep coming to him.
Despite the majority blindly believes he is just a skillful Sindarin, anybody with some deeper knowledge and good eye will immediately recognize that the techniques used in the process of crafting and the design are nothing a mere Sindarin could ever even copy, let alone learn from Dwarves. Clearly those are Noldor creations and nothing modern Blacksmiths could achieve nowadays.
There are currently only 3 people aware of Maedhros' return and they all swore to not share the news with anybody: Gandalf, Elrond and Arwen.
While in the Halls, he isolated himself just like Fëanor did. He didn't have the heart to meet those he killed and all the souls to whom he caused so much grief. Neither he fancied to meet his brothers and even less, their father. Truth is, he avoided Fëanor out of fear, mainly. He is aware of his own actions, giving the crown to Fingolfin, fail so miserably in almost everything and killing himself in the end, causing the loss of one Silmaril forever. Even now he fears Fëanor, but doesn't expect his return.
In the Halls, he had many ages to consider his actions and all the horrible deeds he committed, but truth is, he can't recognize himself, he doesn't understand how could he be capable of such things. In the past it was the same, when on his own he always used to be calmer and less fiery than he was in the presence of his father and brothers, who somehow always manage to trigger that violent part of him with the right words.
He awakened in Middle-Earth, he is still far from welcome in Valinor, in the middle of the Forest of Fangorn, As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that despite he spent so many centuries riding across this land, everything changed and by now, there is probably little to nothing of the world he used to know. People died, realms fell. He was alone, lost and with nothing more than his clothes.
He knew that the only option he had at that moment, even before thinking of his future, was to find someone willing to give him some information, but he also knew he had to be careful. Despite the majority of people of his times died, his name probably still echoes in the hearts of the heirs of those who fell because of his family.
He thought he had little chance to stay unnoticed anyway, at his times it was much more rare to find copper haired Elves than it is in the present, so he thought that his hair alone would give him away. Not to mention the fact he literally knew nothing and nobody. What would he say? He lost his memory?
He traveled the forest and it took him a few days to reach the end of it. Luckily, his skills might be rusty but still present so he didn't have much problems to navigate an unknown and dangerous forest.
His first plan was to head to the very first inhabited place in order to seek some information and maybe some supplies for free and considering he reached that end of the forest bordering with Rohan, he headed towards off towards Aldburg in the Eastfold, clueless on what he would find.
Though, he had a strange dose of luck on his way as he came across Gandalf, who was riding towards Isengard. Both recognized each other and the Istar stopped his horse to which the two exchanged a long and deep look. Clearly, not even him was aware of Maedhros' release and neither he trusted his possible intentions. Nothing to blame on him on that.
The first to break that stare was Maedhros, who, as a sign of his change and good will, humbly knelt in front of Gandalf, showing a dose of humbleness that he certainly lacked in his previous life.
As he hoped, his gesture was taken positively by the old Istar, who finally accepted to speak with him. He didn't have much to ask that he didn't guess as soon as he saw him. Clearly he was lost and confused and troubled. If he wasn't unarmed, he would give for granted he was going to attack a village of the Mark, but clearly it was not the case.
Anyway, Maedhros was the one to speak first, he knows nobody owes him anything in this world and due to his deed, he is pretty much in debt with half of the Elves who still live. -Still knelt- «You owe me nothing, not even this time you are wasting in my presence, Mithrandir. I've awakened in this world again but with no claimings. All I beg you to grant me, is some information to be able to survive in the new world...»
«What is it that you need to know? I will answer, where my knowledge allows me to.» Gandalf could clearly notice that broken tone in his voice and it brought him hope that he could really manage to redeem himself in this age.
«Where could I go to begin a new life, away from my past and my old self?» Truth is, he fears even now that in the specific circumstances, all his good purposes and hopes could fall into pieces, so he wanted to avoid any possible bad influence that could bring him to cause harm again.
«Beyond the Misty Mountains, what you knew as Ered Hithui, north from the gates of Khazad-dum lies Rivendell, the home of Elrond. You can still find friends among your kind, if your intention are as noble as you claim.» Gandalf knew that Elrond wouldn't deny help to Maedhros, in any case.
The Elf remained thoughtful for some time. He didn't think Elrond was still alive and it surprised him positively. He held him dear, both he and his brother Elros, which brought him to a spontaneous question. «Elros too is...?»
«No, Elros chose a different path from him brother. Where Elrond chose immortality, he chose a mortal life.» Without further questions, after some moments of silence from Maedhros, the two left each other and Maedhros started his journey towards Rivendell.
Having nothing, his travel proceeded rather slow and uncomfortable at first, until he had the luck to come across some wild horses.. He managed to capture and tame one, which sped up his journey greatly.
He went through many dangers and complications on the way, but nothing could stop him. He is still a Noldor of the Ancient type, a Fëanorian, not many like them are still left to Middle-Earth. So he of course reached Rivendell.
He didn't know what to say to Elrond nor he expected him to be happy of his return, but he was desperate and had no other choice.
Reached the palace of Elrond, he was stopped and he asked to meet with the Elven King. The guard was clearly recluctant, Maedhros refused to give any further information about him beside a fake name: Luinthamo.
At the mention of a mysterious red haired Elf, something snapped in Elrond immediately and gave him mixed feelings, fear, worry and also happiness though. He ordered to let the Elf in, and as soon as he saw him, he realized that what he first felt was true, Maedhros was back for real. And his entrance was followed by a shocked expression from Elrond and some long and heavy moments of silence. Maedhros doesn't blame Elrond for his mixed feelings about him, after all, he is the one who threatened the life of his real parents, forced them to abandon their children, exterminated all the people he and his brother knew and then raised them with Maglor.Mix of hate and love.
Again, it was Maedhros to speak first, wanting to make clear that he was claiming nothing from him. But he had nothing, no one and nowhere to go. And he said to him he was sorry. Just like that, without specify what exactly for, but by the tone he had and the expression he made, it was clear that he meant for everything. Everything he caused to him and every other Elf. Then he apologized again for what he was about to do and actually hugged him. Which was definitely a great surprise.
Afterwards, Elrond offered his total help to him and his ospitality in his palace and according to Maedhros' wish and plans, he helped him to invent a fake story for himself that could be convincing and work on anybody who could question him about his identity.
Luinthamo, nomad Sindarin half Elf who lately decided to move to Rivendell to offer his skills to his own kind. They decided to pretend he learnt his crafting skills from the Dwarves of the Ered Luin, even though it will be clear that those designes are nothing of Dwarven origin.
Elrond spoke to him about the important events of the last times, he adivsed him to pretend to be young, since it would take him whole years to study everything that happened in those long ages, to justify his ignorance towards many facts. He showed him a few maps so that he could learn the new shape of the world, the new Realms and dominions and advised him to keep all the possible distance from Mirkwood and the actual Sindar elves.
Maedhros thus moved to Rivendell and made it his home, living in Elrond's palace with him and his family while offering his skills as blacksmith to all the people of Rivendell. He is not really great at crafting jewels but he still can create good looking and shiny gems that can satisfy many common elves and humans, but what he is the best is the crafting of swords and daggers. His designs are so appreciated that many Elves come to him even just to use his creations as decorations and despite he preferred to keep a very low profile to avoid problems, his name started to spread among the Elves and many keep coming to him.
Despite the majority blindly believes he is just a skillful Sindarin, anybody with some deeper knowledge and good eye will immediately recognize that the techniques used in the process of crafting and the design are nothing a mere Sindarin could ever even copy, let alone learn from Dwarves. Clearly those are Noldor creations and nothing modern Blacksmiths could achieve nowadays.
There are currently only 3 people aware of Maedhros' return and they all swore to not share the news with anybody: Gandalf, Elrond and Arwen.
2 | Jun 30th 2016 11:59
Also, I was thinking that the Silmaril that got thrown into the sea by Maglor was actually somehow retrieved by Paladin who puts it on a necklace he gave to Pip at birth so it is now on Pip in Nortrig, something like that xD )