#too bad maedhros or A&A aren't here to tell him to shut the fuck up

[skyeventide]

« Terrible and inconceivable, is it not? », Macalaurë says, his mouth twisted bitterly in a smile. « Easier to claim that one's heart was nailed to the wall, carven out of you and shrunken dry. That you are now left heartless, and cruel, and unfeeling. But it is not true, is it? No, it is not true. We are still made of pain, and love, and regret, and grief. » His eyes fall to the bodies of his brothers. « And therein lies the horror: most of it we feel for other murderers. »

Then he grabs his dagger and cuts his hair unevenly, at his neck. Three locks he picks apart, three tresses. One for each of his brothers, placed on their chests, on their breastplates; to burn with them.

He looks at the rest of his hair, the severed war braids oily with the grime of battle, then throws it into the air to fall strewn on the floors of Menegroth.

#this is never turning into the full fic it should be #I gotta face it #well maybe one day but not any time soon #so I'll just post it like this lol #Maglor #writing stuff #quenta noldorinwa #too bad maedhros or A&A aren't here to tell him to shut the fuck up #well one of the twins is the other is with maedhros #but anyway