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  1. Public Bookmark 11

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    "Maybe I’ll let you go home someday. But you must have something to remember me by."

    After Thangorodrim, but before Maedhros moves his brothers east, Maedhros’ wounds have almost healed. At least, that’s what Maglor thought.

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    01 Oct 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 5

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    Fingon stops in his tracks, watching as Maedhros presses his hands to his face as if trying to hold something in place. He pulls one hand away, curling his fist around what looks like a shard of plaster.

    Maedhros limps away from the trees, disappearing into the darkness, far away from the lights hemming the tree branches.

    Fingon kneels down and picks up the piece of plaster, still gleaming white under the light of Tillion.

    The plaster on Fingon’s palm is in the shape of a pair of sensuous, beautiful lips.
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    After Thangordrim Maedhros, seemingly unscarred and whole, avoids Fingon. Fingon decides to find out why, one piece of plaster at a time.

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    13 Sep 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 11

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    "Maedhros has nothing to say, less to give. He looks Elwing in the eye, stares right into the face of a catastrophe of his own making. There’s no forgiving or forgetting, but it is only the two of them on that island. Both their lives, collapsed into this yawning whole. Their very existence is now an exercise in the capacity for empathy and identification. On the island, there is only one thing that binds them: she threw herself into the sea, and he threw himself into the earth. The two of them had spat in the face of divinely-gifted eternity, and would have to learn their lesson before Valar and Eldar, flopping fish on a hot-dry-pan."
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    Maedhros Fëanorian is re-embodied onto a desert island in Aman, inhabited solely by Elwing of Doriath, and separated from the mainland by a body of uncrossable water. This, it turns out, is the Valar's judgement - though neither Elwing nor Maedhros take very kindly to being judged.

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    21 Jun 2025

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    “The Maedhros who stands before his son is not one thing but many. He is a struck-down statue. He is a fading demon. He is a sword in a nuclear war. He is historical debris. He is the sum of a nation’s ruin. He is the first sunset of the Empire’s apocalypse. He is Elrond’s beloved Baba, who would find him under every starless sky. Archives will dissect him. Historians will redeem him. Writers will swallow him whole.”

    In 1937, notorious Indian revolutionaries Maedhros Fëanorian and his brother Maglor, take in a British colonial officer's twin sons and raise them to adulthood. Decades later, Elrond Peredhel, trying to leave a family tragedy behind in England, returns to India during a time of political turbulence and finds that everything, from the national landscape to his firebrand father, the ineffable Comrade Maedhros, has changed. Chapter 19: Epilogue, Afterword and 'Alternate' Ending.

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    21 Jun 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 38

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    “Oh,” said Maitimo, standing statue-still, holding a just-filled basket of ripe blackberries.

    “Oh,” said Findekano, who was lying supine down on a patch of moss by the winding river, essentially naked and holding his own erection.

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    30 Mar 2025