FIC: Black and White, Prompt #018
Title: Black and White
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Maeglin
Prompt: 018 Black
Word Count: 414
Rating: PG
Summary: Maeglin is ready to leave home and find Gondolin.
Author's Notes: Maeglin is easily my favorite elf.
~~
Title: Black and White
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Maeglin
Prompt: 018 Black
Word Count: 414
Rating: PG
Summary: Maeglin is ready to leave home and find Gondolin.
Author's Notes: Maeglin is easily my favorite elf.
~~
Maeglin’s mother pranced around in her snow-white dress all the time. She acted as if she were the benevolent princess of Nan Elmoth instead of what she really was.
His father’s slave.
He loved his mother. Her beauty alone threatened to outshine the sun itself. She was not as lovely inside as she was outside though. She was never satisfied. She always wanted what she had given up or what she did not yet have.
She had come to the forest because she wasn’t happy with Turgon in his hidden city. She had met and married his father for some reason unfathomable to Maeglin, perhaps simply to spite Turgon though he could not have known what became of Aredhel. His parents did not love one another; hate was actually the more appropriate term for their feelings. She plotted constantly to leave his father and return to her brother or visit her cousins, the sons of Fëanor, who were spread all over Arda. Eol was just as determined that she would never leave him nor take his son.
She had begun to draw Maeglin into her plans. She told him she was sure that Turgon would make him his heir since he had no sons of his own. Wouldn’t he like his own kingdom? Wouldn’t he like to live in a land of light and sunshine? Wouldn’t he like to meet his uncle and kinsmen?
The very idea made his head spin. His father had told him that the Noldor were corrupt and spoiled and that they would pervert even the most pure of elves. He logically knew this was not true but in his heart, he believed his father. He hated his Noldor family before he ever even met any of them.
He told his mother he was ready to leave. He dressed in black leather from head to toe, a stark contrast to her silvery beauty, but no less beautiful himself. He smiled at her as he helped her to mount her horse. It was not a smile of mirth. He was going to Gondolin and there he would become king, one way or another. He would bring darkness to the shiny halls of Turgon and make them his own.
And he would rid himself of Aredhel.
“Let us go before Father returns, Mother. I am sure you are anxious to see your family again.”
He mounted his father’s horse and they left Nan Elmoth and changed the history of Arda forever.
~end ~
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Maeglin
Prompt: 018 Black
Word Count: 414
Rating: PG
Summary: Maeglin is ready to leave home and find Gondolin.
Author's Notes: Maeglin is easily my favorite elf.
~~
Title: Black and White
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Maeglin
Prompt: 018 Black
Word Count: 414
Rating: PG
Summary: Maeglin is ready to leave home and find Gondolin.
Author's Notes: Maeglin is easily my favorite elf.
~~
Maeglin’s mother pranced around in her snow-white dress all the time. She acted as if she were the benevolent princess of Nan Elmoth instead of what she really was.
His father’s slave.
He loved his mother. Her beauty alone threatened to outshine the sun itself. She was not as lovely inside as she was outside though. She was never satisfied. She always wanted what she had given up or what she did not yet have.
She had come to the forest because she wasn’t happy with Turgon in his hidden city. She had met and married his father for some reason unfathomable to Maeglin, perhaps simply to spite Turgon though he could not have known what became of Aredhel. His parents did not love one another; hate was actually the more appropriate term for their feelings. She plotted constantly to leave his father and return to her brother or visit her cousins, the sons of Fëanor, who were spread all over Arda. Eol was just as determined that she would never leave him nor take his son.
She had begun to draw Maeglin into her plans. She told him she was sure that Turgon would make him his heir since he had no sons of his own. Wouldn’t he like his own kingdom? Wouldn’t he like to live in a land of light and sunshine? Wouldn’t he like to meet his uncle and kinsmen?
The very idea made his head spin. His father had told him that the Noldor were corrupt and spoiled and that they would pervert even the most pure of elves. He logically knew this was not true but in his heart, he believed his father. He hated his Noldor family before he ever even met any of them.
He told his mother he was ready to leave. He dressed in black leather from head to toe, a stark contrast to her silvery beauty, but no less beautiful himself. He smiled at her as he helped her to mount her horse. It was not a smile of mirth. He was going to Gondolin and there he would become king, one way or another. He would bring darkness to the shiny halls of Turgon and make them his own.
And he would rid himself of Aredhel.
“Let us go before Father returns, Mother. I am sure you are anxious to see your family again.”
He mounted his father’s horse and they left Nan Elmoth and changed the history of Arda forever.
~end ~