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And the centuries surround me with fire by Thinwhitedutchess
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
12 Mar 2024
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Maitimo knows he is not in his own bed even before he is fully awake. He is cold, freezing cold, as no elf in Aman could ever be. It doesn’t get cold in blessed Valinórë and yet Maitimo shivers, reaching out for a blanket that is not there. His right forearm hits hard, icy stone. His right hand hits nothing.
In a far too soft bed, under the pure golden light of Laurelin in a Tirion of many years ago, Maedhros opens his eyes. He digs his right hand into the folds of unfamiliar bedsheets, and knows immediately that something is wrong.
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Maitimo in Amon Ereb in a Beleriand that he does not yet know must figure out how to get back to his own body while trying to understand the horror that his future self has become.
Maedhros in an Aman he thought long dead rushes to fix the mistakes that ended up dooming his line and costing him nearly everyone he ever loved.
The thing is, Maedhros might not actually want to get back to his own body in his own time at all...