The problem comes when he thinks ( Read more... )

He tried so hard.

He tried so hard for so long, to make her see. He loved her from the moment he saw her, radiant and beautiful after his mother died, bright like the sun and the stars, her skin fair, her hair golden, so beautiful - and she turned away from him every time. And now she has again. How did he ever think she wouldn't?

Maeglin felt such ( Read more... )

Maeglin has always known that his mother is beautiful ( Read more... )

Maeglin flees the room where a girl is cowering away from him, terrified. He can't decide if he feels numb or worse, can't decide where to go or what he should do.

He does what he always did in Gondolin when his own thoughts were frightening him, or when he was miserable and lonely, or needed to overcome some unnameable fear. There are no towers ( Read more... )

It's not his fault. That's what he keeps telling himself; it's not my fault, it's their fault, they hurt me first, I'm just getting back. But right now, it's not helping. Right now, Maeglin is a bit of a wreck, staggering back from the cliffs looking pale, sweaty, and sick, shaking on his feet with an expression like he's going to vomit. This, this ( Read more... )