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So, I was up really late a couple of nights ago thinking about some things I haven't in quite a while. My childhood was really the most prominent thing on my mind, though. I haven't thought about my childhood in a rather long time either, as it's not a very happy one. At least, not really. I have a few fond memories from it, one in particular that continues to haunt my mind.
As everybody knows, I'm in love with my cousin, Maglor. It's not anything that I've kept secret, really, I made it rather clear to those who were around me. I love him. I've loved him since the moment he walked into my life. The first time I ever met or saw Maglor, I think I was about four or five, not very old at all. This was back before Fëanor started taking council with Morgoth and, you know, cared about his children and his family. I miss those days. However, just because he wasn't seduced by Morgoth, didn't mean he loved the rest of his family. Valar, Fëanor's always hated my father. But, I hate my father, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Anyways, my step mother Eärwen had just made some sugar cookies earlier that afternoon and after they had cooled and been decorated, she gave one to me and my brother Finrod.
It had a red flower on it with a blue center and I took it out into the courtyard of Tirion palace, we were all there for some reason I can't remember. Fingon was about ten and Maedhros was maybe eleven or twelve. I swear those two always hung around each other, so the fact that they later became lovers doesn't surprise me at all. I bet Fingon was just waiting for him to grow up so he could pounce him and tell him how he really felt. They were adorable, still are actually. In fact, I was there...somewhere, when Fingon finally told Maedhros how he felt about him. It was behind a couple of trees somewhere out in the courtyard.
I knew Maedhros had a brother and I knew who he was, I had just never met him before until this point. So, I took my cookie and sat down near the pond, next to this little dark-headed elfling. I was known to be rather friendly as a child, and I did have a lot of friends because of this. So sitting down next to random elves, my sister, Alatariel, tells me, was a normal thing. This particular dark-headed elf turned out to be Maglor and I swear the moment I saw him there was no one else in the world I wanted more. I wanted to be his friend, I wanted to hang around him, I wanted to spend my every-waking moment with him. If a four year old can fall in love, I think I did then.
I bit my bottom lip and broke my cookie in half and handed one side to him, introducing myself as "Elvelón". He said his name was Kanafinwë Makalaurë and that he was the second son of Fëanor. I have been in love with Kana ever since then. And during the time in which I was the courtesan of Feanor, Kana and I kissed behind a barn, a long deep kiss. I love my Kana. I love him like I will never love another. I just hope he knows it...
As everybody knows, I'm in love with my cousin, Maglor. It's not anything that I've kept secret, really, I made it rather clear to those who were around me. I love him. I've loved him since the moment he walked into my life. The first time I ever met or saw Maglor, I think I was about four or five, not very old at all. This was back before Fëanor started taking council with Morgoth and, you know, cared about his children and his family. I miss those days. However, just because he wasn't seduced by Morgoth, didn't mean he loved the rest of his family. Valar, Fëanor's always hated my father. But, I hate my father, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Anyways, my step mother Eärwen had just made some sugar cookies earlier that afternoon and after they had cooled and been decorated, she gave one to me and my brother Finrod.
It had a red flower on it with a blue center and I took it out into the courtyard of Tirion palace, we were all there for some reason I can't remember. Fingon was about ten and Maedhros was maybe eleven or twelve. I swear those two always hung around each other, so the fact that they later became lovers doesn't surprise me at all. I bet Fingon was just waiting for him to grow up so he could pounce him and tell him how he really felt. They were adorable, still are actually. In fact, I was there...somewhere, when Fingon finally told Maedhros how he felt about him. It was behind a couple of trees somewhere out in the courtyard.
I knew Maedhros had a brother and I knew who he was, I had just never met him before until this point. So, I took my cookie and sat down near the pond, next to this little dark-headed elfling. I was known to be rather friendly as a child, and I did have a lot of friends because of this. So sitting down next to random elves, my sister, Alatariel, tells me, was a normal thing. This particular dark-headed elf turned out to be Maglor and I swear the moment I saw him there was no one else in the world I wanted more. I wanted to be his friend, I wanted to hang around him, I wanted to spend my every-waking moment with him. If a four year old can fall in love, I think I did then.
I bit my bottom lip and broke my cookie in half and handed one side to him, introducing myself as "Elvelón". He said his name was Kanafinwë Makalaurë and that he was the second son of Fëanor. I have been in love with Kana ever since then. And during the time in which I was the courtesan of Feanor, Kana and I kissed behind a barn, a long deep kiss. I love my Kana. I love him like I will never love another. I just hope he knows it...