The Wizarding Prince of Twilight

Chapter 14

Year 425 of the First Age

Strange Tidings and Truths 

The sky was clear but the wind was chilled as the last vestiges of summer were nearing it's end. His long black hair swayed in the wind and his starry silver blue eyes that held the once radiant light of the two trees now gazed upon the numerous hills that surrounded his eldest nephews territory. Valar willing, him and his retinue would arrive at Himring before the sun reached the center of the sky. And hopefully, finally have some answers as to what strangeness had befallen his people these last four years. He did not use such words lightly as indeed these last handful of years had been nothing but strange. Nevermind his eldest son's behavior upon his return from his most recent hunt. This trip was originally supposed to take over a month but his son's insistence had shortened their travel time to only two weeks as Findekáno pushed everyone through the nights that were supposed to be for rest. Such actions had indeed left his own steed Rochallor quite cross with him. 

He knew his son wanted to get Himring as soon as possible on account of what he told him happened while he was gone on the hunt. In truth, the letter that was left behind by that strange falcon even his nephew warned him about did leave him perplexed and quite worried at the implications. The letter said the writer was their family but there was no way the emotion written in that letter could be from anyone less than a direct blood relative. There was too much emotion and care to be coming from just a cousin. It's true that Maitimo and his son held a special bond as heart brothers but that was rare enough. No, deep in his fëa he knew that whatever strange behavior possessed his son had something to do with his missing daughter Irissë. 

Ever since they crossed the Helcaraxë and landed in Beleriand it had been one loss after another. He lost his youngest child Arakáno during their first battle, a loss his wife Anairë would surely never forgive him for. He lost his son Turukáno, now called Turgon by the Sindar, when he defected and stole a third of his forces without so much as a word. He only knew of his actions later when rumors began to spread that he had built some secret city at the behest of Ulmo the Lord of Waters. A fact that had indeed been confirmed by his nephew Finrod upon their meeting during a feast a few centuries back. He couldn't help but be hurt by his son's actions. An order from the Valar may have moved him to act, but abandoning his people and their family without so much as a word hurt too much. 

He waited for his son to explain himself. 

He waited for an apology, but it never came. 

He knew his second born was hurting from the loss of his wife Elenwë, and that he secretly blamed her death on them leaving Valinor. 

He knew his son could be oblivious to the pain his actions could cause others for he had always been shortsighted in his thinking.

If he had sought my leave I would have granted it.

Why my son would you do such a thing?

So he waited and waited but as the centuries passed his pain only grew. 

Finally he could take it no longer and disowned Turgon from the line of succession along with any children he bore. He hated doing it but he could excuse his son no longer. Nor could his people as their frustration also grew when the battles became more intense and they were limited in resoruces due to his son taking several of their supplies upon his flight.

He loved his granddaughter Itarillë with all his heart and had spoiled the girl when she was an elfling. However, as time passed he did notice a change in her demeanor upon their last years in Valinor. It was like she became more inflexible to the changes the world was bringing down on them. She seemed content with ignoring the troubles happening in Valinor and oftentimes did not participate in any conversation that entailed addressing them. She was especially despondent to her grand uncle and his elder half brother Fëanor. Though not on account of his temperament but more so on account of the baseless rumors that called him "marred" by the Valar. Such rumors were of course false and though he tried to correct her, it always seemed like she wasn't really listening. 

In fact contrary to what many perceived, he was actually on good terms with his eldest half brother for the longest time. They may not have been as affectionate as most siblings but they were indeed on speaking terms. However, everything had changed after Morgoth was released at the foolish behest of Manwë and his brother had forged the Silmarils. He knew immediately that something was wrong with his brother after he forged those stones but he couldn't deduce what. His brother became erratic, paranoid, violent, and fearful of everything. It was like the good pieces of his brother had all but vanished. He couldn't explain it and quite frankly no one could as it only got worse. 

He was shocked when his brother pointed a sword at him and was banished for it. 

However, the truly strange part of it that no one knew about was that before his brother left for Formenos Fëanor had managed to corner him and tell him that he was truly sorry for what happened. For a moment he thought he saw a glimpse of the brother he once knew and that there may be hope for their relationship. But then the trees were killed, the ships were burned, and the rest was history. 

Sigh, another loss to the already growing list. Irissë's disappearance had been the final straw and in his heart he knew his daughter now dwelled within Mandos. 

Though such realizations had only come a few decades ago when his bond with his daughter had gone utterly quiet compared to the slight hum that existed the century prior. 

The same pain I felt when I lost my youngest son. 

Could I have not spared my only daughter from this doom.

By that point he had almost lost hope, especially after he heard his daughter may have been residing within Turgon's city for a time. Another secret his son had kept from him and didn't feel the need to communicate. It had been over 400 yrs since he heard anything from his son and by now he learned to expect nothing. His brother Findekáno was even worse off since the boy thought he had failed as an elder brother. 

If Irissë truly dwelt within Turukáno's hidden realm then what happened?

How did she die? Where has she been laid to rest?

Am I not even worthy of such mercies when this war continues to drain my very being. 

However, that all changed a few years ago when his son started getting strange dreams around the same time he felt the Doom of Mandos disappear. He had no idea how it happened and frankly couldn't believe it until the messenger from Maitimo arrived and confirmed it. The messenger said that other strange events had also occured and that his nephew requested his presence as soon as possible.

For a moment he honestly thought his eldest nephew might have lost his mind. The letter was quite desperate and beheld more emotion than he had seen his nephew display in centuries.

The strangest part was that the message heavily stressed not to shoot a strange brown and white falcon no matter what as it seemed to belong to a new patron assisting the House of Finwë. What assistance that entailed was kept secret from him until he arrived in Himring as the letter indicated the information was too important to risk being leaked. 

Initially, he thought this odd but he acquiesced as his son vouched that Maitimo would not be doing this for no good reason. For a time he doubted the existence of this 'patron' until he heard word about his nephew Aegnor going missing. Supposedly married now to a mortal at the behest of a magic stag and hummingbird? And if that wasn't strange enough apparently this strange glowing stag had actually been seen heading for the Havens of Sirion while carrying some strange lights. 

He had a bad feeling about all this. 

He had a bad feeling his patience was about to be greatly tested (Dude, you have no idea👀).

Just as he thought it couldn't get any stranger he was soon proven wrong when his son's dreams started becoming more detailed.

Findekáno would always say that in his dream he would see a young dark haired and dark eyed child running through a forest that was ever graced in twilight. Then the dream would shift to a white city that held a sad boy who was always crying. There were even some rare instances when the scene would change to the child standing on a cliff and instead of dark their hair was the brightest silver to ever be seen. Even with their face shrouded his son said he could clearly see the child beheld the most emerald green eyes to ever grace an elf's features. For the longest time his son could not see their face clearly, but just a few months ago the fog subsided and he would swear the child looked like Irissë and himself. 

He had a hard time believing it. 

He couldn't bring himself to hope that he had another grandchild. 

He just couldn't bring himself to hope that this child was real. Though he was soon proven false when a few weeks ago upon returning from his hunt. Not only did he return to bizarre reports about strange boulder stacks, explosions heard in the mountains, strange lights appearing in the sky, and magic miracle medicines but also to his son immediately cornering him and telling him they had to leave for Himring immediately.

It was inconceivable, his son looked like he'd just cried a river and was absolutely frantic in getting to his cousin as fast as possible. 

At one point he even suggested forgoing sleep altogether. 

If the guards didn't glare at him enough, the horse certainly did (Oh dear🤭).

Thanks goodness I was able to stop that boy from running off on his own. 

Once was enough! 

The source of his son's sudden bouts of anxiety apparently stemmed from the appearance of the mysterious falcon his nephew had mentioned.

Though the real source of the madness had come when his son told him that the falcon was actually an elf, and in truth Irissë's child.

Now he was really confused. 

How can that be? An elf turning into a bird? And apparently capable of wielding some kind of magic? 

He wouldn't have believed it if his son hadn't lost his temper with him and slammed the newly formed ósanwë connection in his face. 

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. 

Because there it was, deep in his son's fea was the bond of a nephew and....grandson neither of them knew existed. 

Fingolfin even dug deep into his own fëa just to make sure. 

Any room for doubt evaporated at that point. 

For there, buried deep within his being, was a connection as thin as the threads of a spiders web. 

A tiny seedling that characterized the birth of a new member of their blood. One that would have only pulsed to life once said individual was before you.

He didn't know what to think but he was soon forced to as Findekáno took the liberty of showing him the feeling and memory of the event through their bond. Now, when he did the High King of the Noldor noticed two things. 

....Hands exploding? Did this child have some kind of sick sense of humor?

Wait...why is he in pain??!!!.....this!!...he's scared of them????.....Why in Arda???...

What?! Someone mistreated him??!! Who DARES?!!!!🔥

But that was all either of them could glean as the child cut off the accidental connection and crashed out the window. Findekáno said he tried to catch up with the bird that was apparently his grandson but it completely disappeared leaving a faint signal of his presence coming from the territories that his nephews oversaw. Apparently the child was completely panicked when he ran and told his son that he wasn't ready to meet them. His heart broke when he saw his son's face upon mentioning the child's fear of them hating him.

That didn't make any sense??

Why would he hate his own grandson??

He would never! 

He'd sooner call Thingol a genius ruler (😅).

Now, he knew they had their differences but if it turned out his nephews had been hiding or worse....harmed his newly found grandson. 

...Well...someone was gonna be DEAD!

He may have been called patient but not when it came to someone hurting his family. Oh no, he would burn Manwë's tower down before he let someone harm his family (It's genetic🤣).

By Eru, he would stab a Vala's foot without fear if it came between that and protecting his grandchild (Bad idea!😱⚠️)

Through this whole trip Findekáno had barely spoken a word to him and whenever he did it was always about what he was going to do to the SCUM that harmed his new nephew. Said new nephew that was still clamping down on their newly formed bond so hard they couldn't even find out what the child's name was. He certainly agreed with him but if he was going to release a murderous aura, he could at least try to do it away from the troops that were now trembling just being near their prince. 

These were his last thoughts as he could now see the dark structure that made up the fortress of Himring. 

Hopefully, now he could have some answers to all the strange questions. 

Upon coming up on the fortress he expected to have a lukewarm welcome that was a fair mix of respect and dry formality. He was not however expecting to be met by a rider telling them to not be surprised at what they were about to feel. 

No warning could have prepared him for what he felt the moment he walked in his nephew's home. 

For one split second he was overwhelmed with a incomprehensible desire to flee for his life!

The malicious and murderess aura radiating off the walls was enough to frighten his entire retinue into nearly drawing their swords. Only the steadfastness of their Crown Prince keeping them from doing so. He needed answers. 

"What is the meaning of this Roitaro?? What has happened to my nephew's fortress?" he demanded with all the authority his position held.

"Tis no offense to you at all your majesty. What you sense is the result of some...'alterations' done by our Lord's newest patron. I believe he forewarned you of their strangeness in gift giving. What you sense is in fact a new defense enchantment they decided to add to our home without notice" his nephew's second said as though this 'alteration' ended up surprising them as well. 

What in Arda was this?! 

Did his grandchild intend to utterly annihilate something??

Did his grandchild even truly do this?

It was his son that prompthly ended his mental questioning as he was clearly getting impatient.

"Enough, Roitaro just lead us to your Lord. I will stand for no more delay" said his son in a tone that brokered absolutely no argument. 

"As you wish my Prince but I must ask that only you and the High King accompany me as the information you are about to receive is highly.....sensitive" said Roitaro in a tone that was almost pleading to not ask questions and cooperate. 

His guards of course didn't like that as they were immediately on the defense on leaving their King and Prince alone with Feanorians. Ironic considering he was their perceived enemies uncle and subsequent family. How easy it is for people to forget that Findekáno and Maitimo were practically blood brothers and that his son was the reason Maitimo was free of the enemies clutches. Though he will forever say that something was indeed odd about the eagle that came to his son and claimed to be Thorondor, he seemed a bit small. 

Honestly, he had no doubt his eldest nephew would sooner throw himself in a fiery chasm😬 than harm his son. Oh his nephew had admitted his guilt to not stopping his father at Losgar. Though in reality there was not much he could have done seeing as he was outnumbered by his brother's loyalists and no doubt would have been restrained should he have attempted to stop them. 

Past events aside he asceded to Roitaro's request, much to the frustration of his guard, and proceeded inside. The three of them climbed the stairs at a pace set by his impatient son. The boy was climbing the stairs so fast he almost got ahead of Roitaro. Finally they were comimg up at the door to his nephews office when his son sped up and practically slammed the door open. As soon as it was open he froze like a statue when his gaze looked inside. He immediately followed and what he saw most surely made him go pale. 

It was his eldest nephew. 

But not just his nephew when he lost saw him but as he was in Valinor. 

His nephew that had been tortured now looked reborn with clear skin and a small smile on his face. 

But when he looked down from his face, what he saw made him gasp. 

His nephew had his right hand. 

His right hand that had been sacrificed to save him from the cliffs of Thangorodrim.

His hand was back. 

He couldn't help what came out as he whispered in utter shock.

"Oh Dear Eru" 

His son also took that as the cue to rush towards his cousin with tears in his eyes. They both embraced each other as though they hadn't seen each other in a millenia. Both now having tears running down their faces and the miracle that was now his fully healed nephew. How did this happen? What miracle is this? Was this the work of the 'potions' described in the letter?? He didn't even have time to process anything as the rest of his nephews entered the room with Celegorm entering last, and he seemed to be carrying something.

.............

..............

........Is that a rabbit? 

He wouldn't have believed it if he wasn't seeing it. Cradled in his most aggressive nephews arms was a fluffy black rabbit that seemed too small to be normal. It almost looked like a baby if he were being honest. Actually, now that he thought about it, were rabbits supposed to be that black? This one was completely obsidian with dark fur and dark eyes that looked almost like luminous black pearls. Now, he could swear it was staring right at him, but that couldn't be right could it?🤭 True, Tyelko had 'saved' bunnies when he was an elfling but he hadn't done that since. 

Why was he holding one now? Was he trying to taunt him?

....Wait.....why can't I take my eyes off it?..

...It's almost like....

It seems he was caught staring as his nephew looked him in the eye and gave a cheeky grin. He then proceeded to gently scratch the rabbits ears and it apparently liked it because it started purring up a storm. His nephews grin never leaving his face as he did so, and if anything was growing wider by the second.

...Why do I suddenly feel jealous?

His insensible jealousy at a rabbit getting petted was interrupted by his son's exclamation of joy. 

"Russo, how?? How has this come to be?" said his son in a voice that exhumed utter disbelief but a deep joy at what he was seeing. 

"It's a very long and quite unbelievable story. Just know that this is the result of a certain mischief maker I believe we've all become aware of" said Maitimo with a quirk of his brow as he looked into his son's eyes. 

That got his attention and his son's too as his son reached for his cousins right hand. 

"Russo, what....Where is he? Russo please where is he?? Is he safe??? Please mellon" said his son in desperation when he seemed to realize something. 

What is going on?

"Peace my brother, peace. All is well and will be answered but before anything else I must show you something as it is of the utmost importance you and uncle know" said Maitimo as he held his son's hand and had a small smile of calm on his face. 

"Nephew what is going on? Please know I am happy for you and I can see one of the reasons you called us here. Though I know there is much more to this than meets the eye" he said in a parental tone that also said "no secrets from me, tell me the truth."

"Aye uncle you are correct and you will see now. But please brace yourselves for what we are about to show you. Curvo if you please" said his eldest nephew as he nodded his head at his younger brother who he could now see was carrying a pouch with a strange sigil on it. 

Curufin stepped forward and walked toward the desk. He took a deep breath and opened the pouch which revealed a sight he thought he would never see again. As the pouch opened a light came from it, a light he had not seen for several centuries. 

It couldn't be.

It couldn't but it is

....How???

He felt himself nearly collapse into the nearest chair when his eyes landed on the jewels that had caused his family so much grief. On the desk were his brothers greatest creation and the major instigator of the war they now fought. 

On the table were the three Silmarills that were no longer on Morgoth's crown. 

His son read his mind.

"Russo....Russo how? How is this possible? Are my eyes fooling me? Please answer" said his son with wide eyes and internally begging that he wasn't hallucinating. 

"It's true Finno. What you see are the Silmarils retrieved from our enemies crown. They were brought to us and left on my desk the same day I was healed. Our oath is fulfilled and we are now free of the curse of both the jewels and Mandos" he said as though hesitant to say it. It almost sounded like he couldn't believe the miracle himself.

"How?? How has this come to pass? Maitimo who did this??" he said as though pleading for answers. Mostly due to a foreboding building in his gut. 

Maitimo suddenly looked very sheepish and almost afraid to answer. His other nephews looking nervous now too. For a split second he thought he saw Celegorm tighten his hold on the rabbit in his hands. 

"That...uncle. I know you may not believe me and this might sound mad. Though please know I speak the truth now when I say.....it was your grandson that did this" said Maitimo as though he were waiting for an eruption. 

Fingon stared. 

Fingolfin stared.

And before he could even think straight he let out a dumb sounding.

....."huh?" 

Then without being given a chance to rescue his dignity he suddenly heard  a soft "squeak."

They all froze and quickly turned their heads to the noise as they heard it again. The sound apparently originating from the rabbit Celegorm was holding. The black rabbit that now jumped from his nephews arms from where he was sitting on the couch. The little fur ball was now hopping towards his son and landed on his son's foot. For a moment it stood on its hind legs and seemed to be looking right into his son's eyes. 

Then for what seemed like an eternity his son's eyes widened to that of saucers as he suddenly screamed. 

"Hína!!!! It's you!!! Oh hína, it's you!" said his son in pure joy as he knelt down and moved to pick up the rabbit though he hesitated for a moment as though asking permission. 

Seeming permission given as he smiled and lifted the rabbit up into his arms. He looked so content as he started scratching the rabbits ears and rubbing it's back. It certainly seemed to be enjoying it as strangely enough it started purring like crazy and nuzzling itself in his son's neck. 

"Oh hína, please please don't be scared. I would never hate you. Such nonsense! You're my nephew. Eru above why would I ever hate you? Come here you silly rabbit. Oh goodness I didn't know you could also do this. You're so cute!" said his son in utter joy and as though he had no idea he sounded like a lunatic right now. 

Did he just call that rabbit his nephew??

What in the void?!!

Have I finally gone mad and just misheard?

Someone explain this before I actually faint!

"Atar it's him!! He was the falcon but now he's a rabbit! It seems you have a grandson and I a nephew of many talents. Come hína, come meet your haru" said his son as though this wasn't the strangest thing in the world. 

"Yonya, what?" he said dumbly. 

But before he could think further the rabbit was placed in his arms and that was when he felt it. 

......A deep longing.....

......A deep fear.......

.......A deep desire.....

It was so small and so desperate. 

A tiny fëa reached for his with the speed of a lightening bolt as though it would have died had it not done so. 

A sweet little fëa that clearly feared rejection was now latching onto his in desperation for the love it so clearly wanted. 

Before he knew it he had tears running down his face, and didn't even realize he was now holding the child with a tender warmth. 

His paternal instincts took over with a vengeance. 

This fëa was clearly in pain and from what he could tell had been starved of the love it so desperately needed. 

How?? 

But before he could think further he heard it. 

Deep within the depths of his fëa he heard it.

It was so quiet you could have missed it.

.....

....Haru....Haru....

Oh Eru! 

So it was true. 

Hah he had a grandson!!

This was Irissë's child!! 

He could tell now he was holding the rabbit closer and hugging it. When all of a sudden he froze and his eyes went wide in intense realization. He turned his gaze to the rabbit that now quirked it's little head as though in question. 

....my grandson's a rabbit....

....my grandson's a rabbit???...

"Atar?" his son asked in concern as apparently he was suddenly going white. 

"My grandson's a rabbit?" he said but he didn't mean to. 

"Uncle? I know this seems strange" said his eldest nephew in an attempt to placate, but it clearly wasn't working. 

Strange is an understatement!

"My grandson's a rabbit" he said but this time it didn't sound like a question more like he was telling himself something impossible. 

"Atar, calm down" said his son as he quickly approached and took the rabbit from him. He thought he heard it squeaking in what seemed like concern. 

Honeslty it was quite warranted as he suddenly let out a hysterical. 

"Haha haha, my grandson's a rabbit!" 

That was all he could take as the High King of the Ñoldor and the Second Son of Finwë fainted to the floor in a dead heap, smashing his nephews desk in the process. 

..........

............

"Well that went well."

By the time he woke up he was nursing an intense headache and a sore arm. No doubt from his plummet into the desk.

So much for salvaging my dignity.

One thing he noticed as he returned to awareness was that the cause of his sudden lapse in sense was now resting on his chest as he laid on a bed in the healing halls. He couldn't help but meet its gaze and smile with an almost playful look.

"Well that was embarrassing. I hope you don't tell anyone" he said as though he knew it could understand him. 

This is the maddest thing I've ever done. 

I bet Fëanor would laugh(He is🤣)

As though in answer the rabbit cuddled into his neck and he was suddenly met with a voice in his head. Apparently they'd formed an ósanwë link upon touching.

"I'm sorry Haru. Don't worry I won't tell a soul. Secrets safe with me" his grandson apparently replied in a soft voice and what sounded like a cheeky wink.

"....You're not actually a rabbit all the time are you?" he said as though hoping the answer wouldn't be yes. Because if so he didn't know how he'd even begin explaining this to anyone. 

"No Haru I'm not a rabbit all the time.....this...was just more comfortable for me. I really didn't mean to startle you...I was just scared" his grandson said as though he really did have genuine fear of being rejected by him. 

"Little one, you're my grandson. I would never hate you and quite frankly I have a few...words for whoever made you think that. I know I've just met you, but I love you. You're my blood and my daughter's child. Your uncle was right, you are a silly bunny. Now come here and I don't suppose I can see your real face by any chance?" he said as he lifted up the rabbit and cuddled it. 

"Sure just give me a..." 

His grandson was suddenly interrupted when a blonde haired elleth dressed in healers robes entered the room of the healing halls he was in. She walked towards them and eyed the rabbit before giving an....interesting grin. He heard his grandson squeak in what sounded like fear. 

Did this boy prank her or something? (Yup🤭)

"My King it is good to see you awake. Please do not worry about the headache as it was only a mild concussion caused when you hit the desk. I don't know what the little mischief maker has in stored for you, but I would highly suggest you not get any more surprised. Though I suppose that may be impossible given this child's...history. Try not to give our King a headache child or at least attempt. Also my king, your son and my lords are here to see you if you're alright with visitors." she said in a tone that said "I know I say it but you still won't do it, you little minx." 

He nodded his head in consent but before leaving she aimed a wolfish grin at the rabbit that was now shaking in his arms. 

"I'll see you later little rabbit" she said in a tone that promised payback for something. Then she turned and left.

"Eeepp" he heard his grandson squeak in his head. 

"Dare I ask?"

"No, not my fault she can't take a joke."

Oh so you did do somethinghuh😏. He's Aredhel's son alright. This child clearly inherited her penchant for causing chaos (You have no idea😅). 

That was when his son and nephews entered. It was so obvious some were clearly holding back grins. It would seem there was no chance of restoring his dignity now. 

"Atar are you feeling better now? Did talking with the little one help? I'm sorry I should have known this would be a lot for you. I mean it's a lot for me too. You wouldn't imagine how shocked I was when I realized a falcon was my nephew. I mean how many people get to say that?" his son said with such enthusiasm it made everyone in the room snort. 

I don't imagine anyone could say their grandchild is a bunny either (🤣). 

"Well yes it was quite surprising and as you can imagine I have a lot of questions. But first I believe our latest addition to the family was about to show us his face. As adorable as you are little one I'd still like to know your name and the face that goes with it" he said as he rubbed his grandson's furry back.

Oh Elbereth his tail just twitched (Cute😍)

At his behest the little black rabbit jumped from his arms and down to the floor where right before all their eyes the rabbit instantly became an elf. What he saw when he looked at the young elf before him was his own face and the face of his daughter. The child was pale and had his daughters hair. When he smiled his nose twitched the same as his daughter. The only difference was that his eyes were as dark as a black pearl. Oh Eru this was his grandson and he was perfect. He couldn't help himself. He gently reached for the child's hand and pulled him to him in a tight embrace. An embrace he never imagined he'd have, but felt so wonderful. He could feel the child crying in his arms, and in turn he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head. 

He's perfect.

Oh Irissë, thank you.

He's so perfect. 

"You're perfect. You hear me, you're so wonderful just the way you are. I love you so much. I know you may not believe me but I do sweet boy. Don't ever doubt it. Come here let me look at you" he said and meant every word as he released the child and gently held his face to get a better look at him. 

"I think this would be as good a time as any to introduce myself properly. Hello Haru and Uncle Fingon my name is Maeglin Lómion. I also go by Lómion Irission or Maeglin Eölion. Though it's whatever you prefer" said his grandson with a shy smile on his face. 

Child of the Twilight

Beautiful name Irissë. 

Hmmm

Sharp Glance

Also interesting and quite telling.

"Your name is beautiful nephew. Lómion is a beautiful name and suits you completely" said his son as he came over and hugged the child again. 

"Oh I can't believe I didn't ask before but how old are you? Your voice sounds quite young" he said and completely missed the looks of terror that now decorated his nephews faces. 

"Oh I just turned 105!😇" his grandson said with absolute cheer. 

The room went completely silent. 

So silent you could hear a quill drop. 

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😳

.......he's what?

...........

............

Wait.....that messenger came four years ago........so if he got the gems he would have been.......

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🤯

.........

😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

He was 101?!??!!?!!?

Dignity be Damned!

He went white as a sheet. 

And that's when an even worse realization hit him!!!!

He looked at his nephews and with the most menacing glare that was ever seen he spoke in a voice as cold as ice. 

"YOU! YOU KEPT HIM FROM ME?!"

He could tell they almost saw this coming and were indeed nervous. He was about to explode when he was interrupted by a sight that instantly cooled his wrath. 

"IT'S NOT THEIR FAULT!!! Please Haru don't blame them!! Uncle Maglor has been like a father to me!! He took care of me and cared about me! I'm the one who hid myself from them...from everyone. I....I told you I was scared to meet you. I was scared to meet everyone but I still had to help. Yes, I took the Silmarils from Morgoth but it's fine. I erased his memories and he was stunned through the whole thing. It's fine, I'm fine but please promise me you won't blame them!! Please....please Haru. I love them too" his grandson exclaimed with such desperation and tears in his eyes that it broke his heart to see it. 

Elbereth I'm so confused. 

Doesn't remember?

Stunned?? 

Hid himself?? With that face?

What in the world has this child been doing??

What made him so scared??

But all that would have to wait as he had a crying grandson to calm down.

Good gracious this boy is an elfling.

He's a baby! 

He missed so much, but he could make up for it now. He then took the child in his arms again, tucked him under his chin, and started patting his head. 

"Hush Lómion, relax pitya. I promise I'm not angry. I hear you and I believe you. I suppose I should thank Makalaurë for taking such good care of you. I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. Please my sweet boy don't cry" he said with such gentleness that it seemed to soothe the child's fëa. He felt the little one's fëa rub against his in a motion akin to a purring kitten. He let him in and held him till he calmed down. It was only a little bit later that the child actually started dozing off in his arms. Not surprising honestly considering it was probably the middle of the night. How embarrassing, he must have passed out for several hours. 

"Russo please explain this. Please tell me my nephew didn't do something so crazy. Yes, I can clearly tell the boy has special abilities, but still this is madness!!" said his son in desperation for someone to tell him he heard Lómion wrong. 

Though it would seem twas not meant to be as Maedhros reached his newly right hand to his head and let out a heavy groan. 

"I wish Finno, I WISH I could tell you otherwise but by the allfather I'm truly sorry I can't. Had I been aware of even half of what this reckless elfling was planning I would have tied him to a tree in an attempt to stop him! By the time any of us knew what he'd done it was already over. Don't even get me started on how he decided to 'heal' me. This sneaky pigeon apparently stalked me for a month the same time he scouted ANGBAND! Yes, you heard that right! And then 'healed' me by sneaking his medicines into my favorite wine the same time he left the gems behind 🤦" said Maedhros in a frustrated tone that basically screamed "I didn't tell him to do this shit! You think I planned this???"

He drugged his wine? 

I don't know whether to be impressed or concerned. 

....WAIT HE WHAT??!! 

"He scouted Angband for a month??!!!" screeched his son in utter horror. 

"Yes, he did Finno and he still won't tell us how he did it. At this point I think you've realized your nephew is in fact part maia. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you both this but it seems this isn't even half of what he can do. The magic coming from my very home is his work. He's foreseen something happening that apparently warrants all this, though for the love of me I can't begin to guess what. But all that aside you both need to see something and I beg you stay calm long enough to at least get the child out of the room" said his eldest nephew in a tone that screamed he was genuinely scared at what they would do next. 

His parental instincts once again took over.

If this was truly going to be bad then he wouldn't risk it. 

"Wait!" he said and luckily was quick enough to stop Maedhros from opening an ósanwë link. 

"Lómion Lómion, by chance are you still awake?" he gently nudged his newfound grandchild in his arms and with luck was actually still partially awake. His dark eyes opened to tiny slits. 

"Hmmm yes Haru? Is everything okay? You're not still angry are you?" his little Lómion said in a tired voice that truly almost soothed his soul. 

"No Lómion I'm not but I think it's been a long day for you. Your uncles and I need to have a chat and it may go for a while. So why don't you turn in and I'll see you in the morning. Don't mind any noise you hear by the way. Sometimes.....I vent my frustrations in the training halls" he said in an attempt to tell the child he would be fine. 

However, in an instant his grandchild's demeanor changed to one that didn't correlate with his age. Lómion was staring at him with a blank look akin to one assessing someone's thoughts.

What in the world? Does he know what we're going to talk about?

Suddenly his grandson looked at his nephews; particularly Maedhros and Maglor. 

"I'm fine with you telling them. I know I also owe some explanations of my own. I'll tell you my reasoning for my actions tomorrow but not today. Howver...Haru I want to ask you something and please be honest with me" his grandson said in a tone used by someone used to disappointment.

Little one what in the name of all that is good did this to you?

He could tell his nephews were concerned and so was his son as they all stared at Lómion. The boys expression was completely blank and for a moment he thought he saw a hint of green in them. 

"If all told you I was evil would you believe them?" said his grandson in an emotionless voice. 

....What in Arda?..

The answer is obvious.

"No! No Lómion I would not. Why would you even ask that?" he said in true confusion at being asked such a horrible thing. 

Lómion stared at him and as a result missed Maglor covering his mouth in pain. A movement Fingolfin indeed noticed. 

"....If your own blood called me a 'dark' elf would you believe them? Even if there were so many people saying it? Even if you never met or talked to me?" said his grandson again in an emotionless voice. 

..He's looking for something, that's too specific.

"No hína, no I wouldn't. I would always try and talk to you! If there is one thing I've learned it's that things are never as they seem. Please my little one tell me how you've come to be hurt like this? Why are you asking me these things?" he said in desperation as he gently held the child's shoulders. 

Now he really saw it and so did everyone else. The child's eyes had changed from dark pearls to deep emerald green. That was not a natural shade by any means. They were glowing and almost looked like they were the deepest green to ever exist. There was a light in them, but it was not the light of the trees.

No, this was something....something far more ancient. There was POWER radiating off him in waves! It's like this energy existed far before the existence of Arda itself. This was most certainly something primordial. They may have veiled themselves in the presence of the elves but this felt far more potent than anything he ever thought possible from either Morgoth or Manwë. This child wasn't just part maia. No, there was something else and he was showing this for a reason. A reason he most definetly didn't like. 

.....Oh...he's trying to see if I'll be scared of him....oh hína..

But before he could tell his grandchild he was wrong. He spoke one final time and this time it looked tears were about to fall.

".........Then why?......why did he do that??...if it wasn't you.. then why?....If...if we had ever met under different circumstances...would you have....." 

Everyone in the room held their breath when the child paused. Only the Sons of Feanor seeming to have an inkling of where this was going. Celegorm had a firm grip on Maglor's shoulder. It was almost as though he knew his brother wanted to stop the child from saying such hurtful things. 

".....would you have ever threatened to kill me?...If not....why did he do that?....you see some of me now....would you ever call me a.....a.....a...."

This seemed new to even his nephews. It seems they really didn't know where this desperation was coming from. 

".....a...Haru....Uncle...if I'm different... would you ever call me a freak?"

Now, the child really was crying and it looked like it killed him to even utter those words. 

He couldn't move. He was in complete shock. Who said these things to him? He could feel the elflings fëa crying out to tell him otherwise. His nephews and son looked at the child with sheer heartbreak. 

Well I won't disappoint him. Whoever did this. Whoever hurt him will PAY!

For just a moment. For just a brief moment he felt an instictive answer awaken in his mind. An answer he somehow knew this child needed to hear. He knew naught where it came, but he knew this was the right answer. He gently reached for the child's face and wiped his tears. Then he looked the child in his deep emerald eyes. Now that he took a closer look, it truly was a beautiful color. His existence was beautiful and he would show him that.

"If the choice was my own safety and saving you from Morgoth I would choose you. If even my own blood foolishly called you lost I would seek you out. If any called you traitor for a fault never your own I would call them stupid. I don't care what power you have or where it comes from. I would fight the evil of the world to keep you safe. If others called you evil I would introduce them to my sword. Listen to me now child. I never want to hear you call yourself that again. Please Lómion NEVER call yourself that word ever again for you are anything but. My greatest regret will always be not being able to tell you that sooner. I will always regret never spoiling you as a baby, never holding you when you were small, and telling you how much I love you everyday as you grew. Oh Eru, I'll also regret not being able to get you so many begetting day gifts. I'm here my child, I'm here, we're here, and I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you have to say I'll listen and I'll respect what you want. I'll never hurt you my dear child, and now that I've found you I never want to lose you. Please pitya, can you now trust me? Because I'll always trust you, now and forever...haha my little twilight rabbit" he said with such sincerity and love it reached into the depths of his grandson's fëa.

Without even a moment's hesitation the boy leaped at him as his eye's turned back to black. The child was crying into his chest and was quietly sobbing out all his pain. Their fëa's connected and in horrid realization he found the child had just recently been suffering from fëa sickness. Though he could feel it had substantially healed. Traces of his nephews fëa's and strengthened bonds with his grandchild being most telling as to how he healed. But he would most definetly be discussing how that happened. As the little one in his arms continued to sob his son stepped closer and pat the child's head. 

"Hína we're your family and we care for you so much. I may not know everything about you but I know one thing and that is you are just a child, however powerful you may be. You deserve to be cherished and know I fully intend to spoil you. Please trust us now and let us help you. After all I did rush here the moment I felt even a trace of you here. If you don't believe me you can ask my horse. I'm sure he wants to kick me into the moon right now. Haha I may have been a bit careless in giving him rest😅" said Findekáno with all seriousness and a slight bit of his playful humor in an attempt to get the child to laugh. It seemed to work too as the child snorted through his tears. 

"You can't be worse than Uncle Maglor. Did you know Uncle Celegorm told me he once almost killed his horse because he made it run all night. I think that horse hates him more than yours haha" said his grandson in a playful tone despite his tears. 

All of them couldn't help but look at Makalaurë who was now red in total embarrassment. All his nephews were sporting revenge ridden grins and Maedhros was barely holding back laughing. It would seem the tension was truly lifted from his grandson, at least for the moment. When he looked down he could tell his grandchild was only a step away from falling asleep, but before he did he mumbled a quiet "thank you Haru, Uncle, and Uncles" before his breathing finally evened out. His little gems eyes were still caked with dry tears and as much as he wanted to hold his newly found grandchild all night, there were still matters he needed to address if he was going to properly care for this child going forward. It was then his nephew Curufin came towards the bed they were both in with extended arms. 

"I'll take him to one of the guest rooms and stay with him uncle. I'll come get you both if there's any change with him I promise. Besides you don't need me here to add more damage with my temper" said Curufin as he reached for the child and gently carried him out of the room with the experience of a seasoned parent who'd done this many times for his own son. 

Fingolfin and Fingon only nodded their heads in consent as the door closed behind Curufin. Both him and his son now turned their heads to the oldest of the brothers as the remaining now seated themselves on nearby chairs and couches. All looking throughly exhausted at what was coming next. 

"I'm going to guess whatever it is you're going to tell me isn't good. Pray tell me how my grandson has lingering signs of fëa sickness. Please know I'm not pointing fingers at you all. I can tell you've been helping him and I thank you all truly. My nephews I know you had your reasons but there's no way I can believe you didn't know who he was related to the moment you saw his face. How good is my grandson at disappearing that it would make you all this..concerned?" he said in understanding, gratitude, and patience. 

"Uncle you have no idea what he can do. We couldn't find him in the whole 17 months we first became aware of him. He's shown us the three animals he can change into but we've still not seen anything else. Well unless you count the murderous enchantments he placed on our homes. What we know so far is still too much to be understood with mere words. He's hurting uncle, he needs you and we love him too. He's done more for us than anyone could ever comprehend. He's the one that ended the Doom uncle and you'll never believe how. But before I get into that you need to know that before I show you everything through the bond. Ooofff you need to know Turgon has made a fatal mistake and quite frankly has left us with an unimaginable mess. Not just to us but also to Lómion" said Maglor with a look that expected a storm about to erupt. 

"....what do you mean my brother Makalaurë? ....no...I....I saw dreams of a white city and him crying.. please tell me what I'm thinking isn't true?" said his son Fingon in awaiting horror. 

Maglor winced and took a deep breath. 

"Cousin, I'm sorry but yes. Also, I'm afraid you don't even know the half of it. Please please believe me as what I'm about to show you comes from Lómion's own mind. This is what he allowed me to see in his moments of pain" said Maglor in clear pain of remembering those moments and in true anxiousness of what he was about to tell them. 

"Alright fine show us, but I make no promises on how what happens next" he said in resigned frustration. 

Maglor opened his bond with his uncle and while it may not be strong enough for ósanwë, it was certainly strong enough to share thoughts and images. 

Him and his son closed their eyes and let the images in. 

But what they saw would forever make them question what was sacred in this world. 

In what could be compared to a few minutes they saw Lómion's life. 

They saw his childhood.

They saw the loss of love from his father. 

They saw Aredhel's flight from Nan-Elmoth.

They saw their arrival in Gondolin.

........

......

They saw their reception. 

They saw Aredhel and Eöl's death. 

They heard Turgon's irredeemable threat to his own nephew.

They saw the boy being forced to watch such a nightmare. 

They saw Idril's friendship turned scorn by such a trivial misunderstanding.

They heard the harsh words, the whispers, and the ignorance towards an elfling. 

........

........

........

THEY SAW THE PAIN.

THEY SAW THE LACK OF LOVE. 

THEY SAW HIS ENDLESS QUIET TEARS.

THEY SAW TURGON'S UTTER LACK OF AFFECTION TOWARDS THE BOY.

THEY SAW ITARILLË'S CRUEL REJECTION OF A HANDMADE GIFT.

THEY SAW THE CRUELTY GIVEN ON HIS BEGETTING DAYS. 

THEY SAW HIS LONGING AND SUBSEQUENT FEAR OF BEING KILLED NEXT.

THEY SAW THE NIGHT OF HIS POWERS AWAKENING. 

.......

........

..........

...........

Then finally....

They saw Lómion's final interaction with Idril.

They heard her final cruel words to him.

They heard his final words to her. 

They felt him shatter his bond with her and the relief such an action brought when to most would be a horror.

They felt the pain of his fëa sickness.

They felt the relief of his fëa finally being given affection by his cousins now uncles when those prior should have given it. 

Then they heard his confession to his now heart father Maglor after seeing Fingon.

They saw his blank eyes. 

They saw Lómion's tears and the final breakdown of his continued loneliness and isolation. 

 They saw it all and when it was over.....

.........

..........

...........

.............

.................

A misery 

A sadness

A WRATH

That would shake the foundations of the world erupted from the heart of the Crown Prince and High King of the Noldor. 

They opened their eyes and for one moment an icy silence akin to one found in the pits of Utumno permeated the room. None moved and none breathed for the faces of both the King and his son were laced with sheer unadulterated horror. They couldn't believe what they had just seen. Everything was numb and no thought passed through his mind as his entire world crumbled to pieces.

His son....his son and his people had tormented his grandchild.

His son had been the catalyst in casting a torrential storm upon his very heart. 

His son and his eldest son's younger brother had traumatized an elfling equivalent to what Morgoth could come up with. 

His granddaughter who he loved dearly had become unrecognizable. 

His granddaughter bore the visage of the girl he knew but her demeanor was that of a cruel tormentor he knew naught. 

His "friends" who he thought he could trust ignored the poor child's existence, belittled his forge work, and made him paranoid to the point he feared for his life.

His son who had said words colder than the Helcaraxë. 

He said those words to his nephew.

A nephew he had met for the first time. 

The memory showed how Lómion's hope had been crushed to pieces at those words.

A threat of death that was only alleviated upon the child gaining the power to fight.

....but it shouldn't have been like that...

How could he?

How could Turgon do this?

He never even even told me I had a grandson..

He didn't tell me my daughter died...

How could he???

He threatened the boy...

He made him watch...

He made him hear such curses from both his sire and the cities poeple...

He killed him for killing Aredhel but not trying to harm Lómion???...

He made him watch...

He threatened a poor elfling with death...

The words won't stop replaying...

"I WILL NOT DEBATE WITH YOU DARK ELF"

"YOU AND YOUR SON CAN ABIDE IN THIS CITY OR DIE IN THIS CITY!"

.....

That fool...

That fool!....

THAT FOOL!!!!!!!

TURGON!!! YOU UNBELIEVABLE FOOL!!!

HOW COULD YOU?!!!!

Before anyone could move, him and his son both screamed in a voice so wrathful and miserable it no doubt would have been a sound heard on the day the world came to an end. 

He had enough!

This was unforgivable!

And he was going to show everyone what the wrath of Ñolofinwë son of Finwë looked like!!!!

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WARNING!!!!

THE FOLLOWING SCENE CONTAINS LANGUAGE OF A FRANK AND EXPLICIT NATURE. 

READER DISCRETION IS SERIOUSLY ADVISED!!!

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OH WHO AM I KIDDING😳

RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!😱😱😱

Fingolfin rose from where he sat and let out a menacing aura so intense it cracked every glass surface across the whole fortress. Then before any could process the danger or think of fleeing the King let out a scream of Wrath so intense it was heard across all of Arda.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"TURGOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN YOU BASTAAAAAAAARRRRRDDD!!!!!!"

Screams of terror erupted throughout the whole fortress but he didn't care. Fingolfin grabbed two of the couches, one of which Caranthir was sitting on, in the healing halls and with a strength none knew where it came swung them like clubs right at the walls. The force made two giant holes in the walls and screams could be heard from where the furniture landed. His nephew let out a blood curdling scream as he plummeted but he didn't care. The couch was padded. He'd be fine. Right now, he didn't look like an elf at all!! He was so angry every sound that came out sounded like the roar of a Bengal Tiger. He let out another rage filled roar before he ran for one of the holes, jumped through it, and landed where several cowered in terror at the sight of him. He ran straight for the nearest tree, uprooted it with his bare hands, and started swinging it like a madman. He was heading for the forest and all got out of his way lest they become his next victim. This went on all through the night. Tress being uprooted, rage filled screams echoing across all of Arda, and the sound of the earth shaking as the trees now clubs were used to slaughter all in their path. At one point he got so close to the borders leading to Angband that several orc companies rushed out to see what was causing the commotion. 

That was the biggest mistake of their lives. 

As they soon became the High King's latest victims when he swung several large oak trees at them. Many of them went flying from the force of the tree now club. They tried to run but they didn't get far. He was in his night clothes and was killing orcs with the ferocity of Tulkas. Numerous trolls were soon smashed as well and became nothing but viscera lining the walls and ground.

This went on all night and at some point a band of thieves became his victims too since they were STUPID enough to come see what was going on. 

Any who saw this chaos thought they were seeing a new type of wraith created by the Dark Lord. However, they were quite confused at what this wraith was shouting while it continued to uproot trees, swing them like clubs, and destroy all in its path.

"TURGON!!!! YOU UNFILIAL, UNGRATEFUL, HORRID LITTLE BASTARD OF A SON!!!!!!"

"I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO BE STUPID AND CRUEL!!!!"

"HAVE YOU FINALLY LOST YOUR MIND!!!!!"

"MILLENIA!!!!"

"MILLENIA!!!!!! "

"OF CLEANING UP YOUR S***!!!!!!!"

"AND YOU SCREW ME OVER LIKE THIS!!!!!"

"WAIT FOR ME YONYA!!!!!"

"WAIT FOR ATAR!!!!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"BECAUSE WHEN I FIND YOU!!!!!"

"YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!!!!!!"

Meanwhile in the Halls of Vairë 

Three elves were staring at a tapestry recently done by the Lady Vairë herself. Normally ghostly spirits wouldn't be allowed in her halls but a special exception was made because.....well. This wasn't a tapestry she felt should be made public. This time though they stood next to the Doomsman who was clearly biting the lip of his fana in what looked like a wince at the image his wife made. His amber eyes looked like they were on the precipice of twitching from stress. They could clearly tell the Judge did not want this particular subject of the tapestry in his halls. 

The black haired elleth stared at it with a giddy grin on her beautiful face. Ghostly hand covering it in a failing attempt not to laugh.

The silver hair ner looked at it with perpetual fear at what his own future may hold. His ghostly form clearly shaking a bit at realizing where the elleth's temper came from. 

The black haired ner looked at it with something akin to surprise and approval. His grin never leaving his face as he suddenly realized something.

"Hah and everyone thought I had a temper"

The three members of his company turned and looked at him with VERY unimpressed looks. 

The planned conversation with his grandson did not happen as planned. For that matter it didn't happen for a while seeing as he went on a three day rampage throughout the whole of his nephews territory. He hadn't slept, he hadn't eaten, and quite frankly he looked so dirty covered in orc blood and mud that he doubted anyone would be able to tell he was an elf. Nevermind a high King to his people. By the time he had exhausted himself and was eventually found by an entire brigade of his nephews forces and his own guards, over 500 orcs and nearly 130 trolls were dead. He thinks he killed a horde of goblins too but he wasn't really sure. He didn't really remember being found seeing as he passed out in the dirt after throwing the last tree at an unfortunate troll that pissed him off. His reputation as the calm one was surely eradicated by now but he couldn't find it in him to care. After he woke up in the new healing halls, seeing as he put two holes in the old one, tied to the bed he learned his son had apparently destroyed an entire orc stronghold with nothing but a sword and a newly acquired power of song that involved high pitch wrathful screams (punk rock😅?). Apparently Findekáno had also nearly gotten into a brawl with a Balrog when he ran for the borders of Angband. Said Balrog was also subsequently knocked out from one of the trees he'd thrown that happened to land on its head (Sheer Dumb luck🤣). The rampage only stopped when Maitimo managed to track him down, knock him out, and drag him back to Himring a day before his own subsequent return. Of course in all that time none of his nephews visited him, though he couldn't really blame them considering he sent their brother flying. Luckily Milya was kind enough or rather sarcastic enough to tell him that Caranthir was infact alright but subsequently startled after his little flight. Last she saw he was wearing full body armor that Curufin had made for an emergency. It was for the best honestly, for right now he didn't think he could look them in the face without thinking about everything he just learned. 

He stayed or rather was forced to stay in the new healing halls for an additional two days. He was only untied after he promised not to go on another rampage or destroy anymore furniture. Apparently this wasn't the first time something like this happened seeing as the fortress was suspiciously stocked with an abundance of extra furniture. 

Hmm his nephews no doubt. 

He had only seen his son on the first day of his forced stay. The last he heard Findekáno was going to spend sometime with Lómion and explain that their meeting had been delayed on account of his grandfather's venting session. 

I don't know if I should be embarassed or proud of my actions. 

....Well I do owe Maitimo compensation funds for all the damage and Caranthir a sincere apology. 

Oh Dear, no doubt Yavanna is not happy with me (She's not😅) considering I destroyed a good portion of her forest. 

He had so many thoughts running through his head as he sat against the headboard. Aside from the horror he had seen, he had also gotten some very interesting information from the thought share.

I'm in-laws with that silver headed moth Thingol. 

My daughter married the unloved first prince of Doriath.

And said Prince didn't tell anyone about the marriage or their child. 

Then my idiot of a second born goes and provokes him which then led to an utter disaster.

He traumatized my grandson, granted I probably would have killed Eöl too but NOT IN FRONT OF HIM.

Doesn't tell me about any of this and thinks he can just do whatever he wants by leaving me with a political disaster. 

This was an ABSOLUTE disaster and if not handled right could go down in history as the worst family feud in the history of family family feuds. 

I can't believe any of this!

He doesn't tell me my daughter died. 

He doesn't tell me about my grandson. 

He didn't take care of said grandson, traumatized him, threatened them when they first met, and then didn't once think to make sure the child didn't fade from sheer grief???

If Elenwë saw any of this, she'd most likely kill her husband (Oh she will👀).

I still can't believe how Itarillë acted with him. Forgive his upbringing? What a disgusting thing to say! I can't believe she said such a thing. Nevermind be so ignorant as to what rejecting such a gift meant in SINDAR culture. She's been in Beleriand for over 400 years and still didn't think for one moment to realize that? How willfully ignorant had this child become??(Alot🙄)

A fun fact he had learned about the Sindar culture is that both their groups had a very different thought process of gift giving when it came to jewelery. While the Noldor considered necklaces and rings to be a request for marriage or a declaration of love. The Sindar considered such gifts to be a statement of familial love and respect. Aside from that shiny head Thingol, most Sindar did not care for gems and only used them when declaring their deep respect or affection for those in their families. For instance a trio of Sindar brothers could wear matching rings or bracelets as a sign of their brotherly affection. It is especially significant if the gift is handmade and coincides with the color of one's eyes. If such a gift is made that Sindar is essentially telling you "I consider you my sibling and care for you dearly." However, and he'd never heard of it happening, if such a gift is rejected than the receiver is essentially denying the existence of the gifter and telling them they are filth or disowned. Such an insult would no doubt scar the giver for life. An unintended goal no doubt Itarillë had unquestionably achieved when she probably became the first elf to ever reject such a thing and had called her own little cousin "orc spawn." 

How could she even say such a horrible thing?

Fingolfin was no fool and saw from the memories that there was likely no fixing this since Lómion had actually destroyed his bond with Idril.

...And Maeglin was happy it was destroyed...

Oh Eru, this is completely unheard of. 

Itarillë what have you done?

Not even his own bond with Fëanor had been willingly destroyed. Gone silent upon his death yes, but never willingly severed. He knew it had to be some factor of Maeglin's maia heritage that allowed this. However, to build a bond with a relative and then hurt them to the point their love for you withers and thus extinguishes the bond is a pain he can't imagine. No doubt Itarillë felt the pain of their bond being severed and is probably panicking from it. As shameful as it was to admit the long period of separation with his son and granddaughter had left his bond with them so small that he'd only be able to sense them if he were close. He can't even form an ósanwë connection with them anymore since they purposely left him. Even if he did meet them he doubted they'd ever have one again as quite frankly he was beyond furious and disgusted with both of them. He knew that his brother had suffered the whispers of ignorant pigs that called him "marred" but what his own blood did to Lómion was a thousand times worse. His own grandson feared for his life and by the hands of his own uncle no less! Infact the whole city had contributed to his grandson's trauma and completely explained why the child feared rejection so badly. He wasn't even given his BASIC NEEDS for survival! 

No love.

Little food. 

Nonexistent respect.

This boy is the heir of two great elven houses and was treated like this??! 

This would go down in history as one of the greatest crimes ever committed!

How was he even supposed to begin to fix this?

Nevermind his grandson seems to be as powerful as a Vala?!

He'll always praise himself for hiding his shock the moment he realized this when the little fëa rubbed against his. 

He may be powerful but he's practically a baby that's starving for attention.

There was no way he'd ever forget this insult. Turukáno may be his son and no matter what anyone says he'll still love him but this he would not let go unpunished. He'd already disowned his son and granddaughter, but oh now he was going to do more. Turukáno clearly was unwise in every sense when given power. Infact whoever named him "Turgon the Wise" was probably high on some kind of weed! Everyone knows it was his wife or relatives that were wise! Not him! Still unwise as he may be, he had no idea both his child and his daughter could have such a pension for cruelty. How could they value their stupid secrecy more than their blood! Turgon should have contacted him immediately when this happened. He should have said something! ANYTHING! But no, he stayed silent and hearing Lómion's thoughts of how he would have died there if he stayed hurt his heart a thousand times over.

Lómion shouldn't have needed power to feel safe!

He shouldn't need to handle all the problems caused by the adults just because he's gifted!

Foresight be damned! He's just a child! 

What kind of rats would use children as their shields!👀

They should be protected! Not left with the responsibility of cleaning up messes and baring the responsibility of protecting the adults! If not than what is any of this for!

He knew his son valued the Valar's teachings but he seriously doubted Ulmo told him to threaten the lives of elves wanting to leave! (He didn't😓)

For Eru's sake his respect for the Valar had already shrunk to the size of a pea! 

Manwë may have aided in saving his nephew, he still doubted it, but their subsequent cursing of their children and those wanting to leave Valinor. A curse by the way that was also cast on those that didn't commit kinslaying was by far one of the most unjust and narrowminded decisions he'd ever seen. They let that abomination Morgoth run free and yet punished those that committed no wrongs? They didn't even once apologize for the death of his father! There was even a time when he had confronted the Elderking about trying to dismiss the rumors surrounding his brother but instead was met with the elderkings confusion at why such a matter was even an issue. Unbelievable! He tried to talk to him and explain but was just dismissed as though it was nothing! He learned one fact that day and it was that the Ainur didn't understand the children of Illuvatar at all! They also wouldn't listen because they always thought they were right. It's like there was no room for flexibility with them. He lost a great deal of respect for them after that and never sought him out again. Back then he never voiced his thoughts because his son was married to one of the Vanyar that all but worshipped the Valar. But now his silence had come back to haunt him. Granted Ulmo was one of the Valar that truly showed his care for the Eldar and deep down he knew this wasn't what the Vala probably wanted to happen (no it isn't😓) But he couldn't help but be angry at them for being the catalyst of this mess. For goodness sake the only reason they're not in a civil war right now is because Eöl cut off all contact with Doriath because of his hatred for Melian. Another perfect example of the Ainur not understanding the children one bit! Oh Eru, him and Fëanor would have been quite the pair but for all different reasons. Don't misunderstand he was furious with Eöl and didn't know what he'd do if he ever met him. But from Lómion's memories he could tell that the elf was kind once and seemed to have changed due to some kind of stress that had to do with Doriath. He'd have to ask if his nephews knew anything. He had enough to deal with and his top priority now was caring for Lómion and getting that mischief maker to explain why in Arda he walked right into Angband?! 

Maitimo said he had been missing for 17 months before their first contact. 

What in the world was he doing during that time, after it, and why? 

How does he even know how to conjure such enchantments when for all he knows no one ever taught him? Why was he even going to such lengths? What threat had he foreseen that warranted all this?

His thoughts were halted when the doors to the new healing halls opened and in walked his nephews and his son. 

Oh Elbereth...Caranthir really is wearing armor... 

Aside from his son, all his nephews looked quite jittery and nervous at even being near him. He did notice that most of them were wearing breastplates. 

Well I suppose destroying everything didn't help.

The only exception being Curufin, probably because he was fortunate enough to excuse himself before the destruction happened. 

"First let me apologize for that shameful display. However, I won't apologize for being rightfully angry. From the swift repairs, I believe I can guess that you all had your own rage sessions as well" he said with a quirk of his brow and a sly grin that said "you boys were just as bad too huh."

They all looked sheepish at that and didn't reply. 

"Before we get into anything else there are two things I want to ask. Where is Lómion and what measures have you already taken to punish Turgon? I don't suppose we know where he is?" he said in a tone that screamed "there's no way you boys were idle in the meantime."

They all had devious grins on their faces, especially Curufin. 

"Maeglin said he was getting somethings to show us. Something about the explanations he owed us. Sadly Uncle, we don't know where Gondolin is. We tried asking Lómion but he wouldn't tell us. He said it was pertinent the city remain left alone for now. Something regarding the future no doubt. Now as for punishment, Curvo why don't you tell him" said his eldest nephew with a frustrated and treacherous grin. 

"Well myself and Erestor have already sent out missives to the Falas, Ossiriand, and all Dwarven territories about the violation of the forge law. Once the information becomes known none of the smiths of Gondolin will ever be able to trade or work with other territories again. Of course we haven't sent anything to Doriath but they're not really pertinent for anything" said Curufin in the venom soaked voice of a diabolical strategist. 

"Uncle, we've also set to recording this crime in our history books and spreading rumors that Gondolin is thriving while everyone is fighting. We've recently also decided to spread the news to only other elves that Turgon is killing anyone that tries to leave the city. We are making sure people have our version of things before the 'noble' people of Gondolin have a chance to spread their propagated lies" said Maglor with sarcasm and hidden rage. 

"Uncle, he may be your son and Eöl may have killed Aredhel but what he's done to Lómion is unforgivable. He was coming to us as a falcon to get a sliver of affection. Of course I gave it but you understand my meaning! I knew he was dense but this level of ignorance is just rediculous! I'm not going apologize for breaking his jaw the next time I see him" said Celegorm with apparent rage and grit teeth. 

He said nothing but lowered his head in acceptance to what would happen I'm the future. 

"I just can't understand it. I can't believe he did any of this. Of course I've seen it for myself but I can't believe he's deteriorated to this. Atar we could have lost Lómion before we even knew him. I felt only a fraction of his pain firsthand and even that was utterly crushing. He should have never been in that situation. Atar, never mind what he's done to his bond with Idril. I've never even heard of such a thing happening. You do realize that such a thing means they've become the total opposite of me and Russo. She's destroyed any chance of a familial relationship with him. I don't even know if you could call them family anymore if the bond is gone" said his son as he slumped onto the couch next to Maitimo who comforted him by patting his shoulder.

Indeed he had no idea of the implications. But one thing was for sure. At this point Idril might as well be dead to Maeglin. He said himself that he didn't love her anymore and now that statement has become true in an absolute sense. 

"Turukáno will be punished for what he's done. Him and all the Gondolindrum. They've betrayed my trust and defected without so much as a word. Turgon named himself a king without my leave and then made irreparable decisions that now leave us on a knifes edge should certain information become known. But you know what. Politics and logic be damned! Him and his lot hurt my grandson!! He hurt an elfling and my own granddaughter called him 'orc spawn'?! Have they lost their minds! I don't know if I'll ever look at her the same way again. They didn't even tell me Aredhel was gone! How could he do this?! My own son!! What did I do wrong to deserve this? Just what..." he said in anger and sadness as he started crying. 

That was when something he didn't expect happened. His nephews came towards him, even Caranthir, and started patting him on the shoulder. They kneeled by his bed and looked at him like real family. They hadn't done this since they were much younger. Since before Morgoth was released. 

"Uncle, his actions are not always yours to bear. We're also included in this mess. Lómion may be our cousin but he's our nephew in heart. We knew you'd love him and he's blessed to have you, even if he didn't know it at the time. Your love isn't something to be taken for granted and we owe you an apology for not stopping Atar at Losgar. I'm sorry Uncle I'm so sorry" said Celegorm with a surprising level of affection not often seen from the third born. 

"Uncle you're our family and we don't want to fight with you. Lómion doesn't need us fighting and from what we've seen that little minx is going to need our help. He truly thinks he needs to bear this all alone. I swear when I get my hands on the pigs who made him think like that! Sigh, either way he needs our help and should he ask it we will give it" said Caranthir with all his usual seriousness. 

"Bonds are things that should be cherished. Seeing one gone because of strife is something we never want to experience. Plus look at Thingol, the whole reason Eöl got so agitated was because he refused to help extend the Girdle to Nan-Elmoth. Who's willing to bet Eöl strained his powers trying to keep his family from the war?" said the Amabarussa with surprising wisdom.

His eyes went wide at that statement. 

"Wait what? What do you mean Thingol wouldn't help his son?" said Fingon in frowning confusion. 

"It's part of the information we found when Maeglin first showed himself. Darti, one of the dwarves of Belegost told me that Eöl was trying to extend the barrier into Nan-Elmoth since he was having trouble maintaining control of the forest while keeping Aredhel happy but he refused. Instead Thingol tried to get him to come back to Doriath. As you can imagine that didn't go well and he never saw them since. Uncle, Eöl gave up one of his greatest creations to get ownership of Nan-Elmoth and leave Doriath" said Curufin in a way that highlighted the seriousness of Eöl's actions. 

"Thingol asked a smith to give up his greatest work?! Was he mad or stupid? Eru above, your father spit in the Valar's faces when they demanded the Silmarills" said Fingon in utter shock. 

Hah oh yes he did. He'd never forget that day. 

Oh goodness the fact Eöl did really says something about wanting to get out of there. 

"Well maybe both honestly because it seems that's how badly Eöl wanted out of Doriath and away from Melian. Lómion has made it clear that he's not going anywhere near there but it seems there's a deeper reason for it aside from the obvious. Finno for the longest time I was having visions about Doriath causing conflict for us with the Silmarills. Lómion seems to know why but he won't tell us yet" said Caranthir in a tone that showed he was nervous of the implications. 

That doesn't sound good at all. Why do I have a feeling that had something to with their oath. 

"Either way we're not going to push him. He'll tell us when he's ready but I don't know how we'll deal with this going forward. Lómion has been using his powers to spread a barrier around our territories and I fear Doriath noticing it should it spread over the Plains of Estolad. It's been straining the poor child and the enchantments he's incorporating into it are most definetly lethal! Eru above uncle, according to him they can kill a Balrog and turn it into an ice statue! I don't know if I even want to see that!" said Maedhros in terror when he remembered fainting at that information. 

WAIT!! KILL WHAT?!

...What do you mean he's been straining himself?? 

..Wait a minute..Barrier?

"Wait barrier? Does it by chance involve shining lights? I was getting reports about those showing up in Hithlum before I left" he said in realization. 

"Aye Elbereth! So he was there! How in the world does he do this without getting caught! Enchanting armor is one thing and forget what he did to our homes. I can't even take prisoners now because the orcs keep exploding. Just where did he come up with any of this? Get ready uncle because he's no doubt planning more than what we've seen so far. He's told us some of it and it was beyond crazy. His magic against theft already scared Máriel my chief healer to the point of hysterics, never mind elves just popping into the healing halls without so much as a warning!" said Maglor in utter horror of what the little minx was gonna do next. 

Orcs exploding? Anti-theft?...wait the potions he mentioned in the letter actually do explode?! 

Enchanted armor?? Elves appearing in the healing halls??!

What in the void? 

Was changing into a rabbit not enough??

Wait...

"So all that was really him? He really did go into Angband???!!! He fought Morgoth??!! Did he actually erase that monsters memories?? How?! And it took 17 months before you met him in person?!! Where in the world was he???" said Fingon in a rambling daze as he started going pale. 

"Well I can answer that and yes as I said before, I did" 

A young voice suddenly chimed and when they all turned to the door they say Lómion standing in the doorway. What's odd though wasn't how he looked but rather what he was holding. He had a small travel bag and.....was that a broom??? That's the strangest broom he's ever seen. It looks like it has leg rests?? 

"I said I owed you all some explanations and these will help explain. I honestly worry about telling you all this much but....I heard what you said about wanting to help me. Will you really help me if I ask? Even if it sounds strange?" said his grandson in a tone that radiated faint hope. 

They all answered at the same time.

"Yes!" 

Lómion clearly wasn't expecting that as his eyes went wide and a small smile graced his face. He could have sworn he saw his ears wiggle a bit. Oh that's cute.

"Alright then and to be honest I don't really know where to start. I guess I'll just start from what I've been saying in my letters. That alright with all of you?" he said in an inquisitive voice that asked for consent. 

They all nodded with smiles on their faces as Lómion sat next to his uncle on the couch. He now sat himself between Findekáno and Maitimo. He looked so small in comparison to the two giants he sat between.

Speaking of small he's actually quite short for an elf descended from Valinor? He can't be more than 6'8? Huh that's a bit odd. Maybe he took after his Sindar side when it came to height. 

"Alright so I know I explained the defenses I've been putting up. I thought up until now that none of you noticed. Obviously...you did but it's been the runes I put on the castles and the enchantments on the armor. But it seems no one's noticed the barrier aside from those seeing me grow it. I...I guess I need your help knowing what other elves will notice and what they won't. As I said in me letters Doriath CANNOT know about me or that you have the Silmarills. They can't no matter what! Uncle, Haru you especially cannot speak a word of any of this to anyone from the House of Arafinwe. Especially not Finrod or Galadriel!" said his grandchild with strong urgency. 

"...Who's Galadriel?" said Celegorm in confusion.

Maeglin's eyes widened and half covered his mouth in surprise. Apparently he didn't mean to say that. 

"OH! Bugger..I mean sorry. I meant Artanis. She and Finrod can't know anything about any of this. Haru she was the one who told Thingol about the kinslaying and there's no doubt she won't keep her mouth shut about all this or me. Oh boy I didn't want to tell you all this but there are especially reasons now for why her loyalties would be divided...." said Lómion in embarrassment and nervousness. 

...What was that word he just used? It was like he spoke another language...

..WAIT A MINUTE!! SHE WHAT?! 

"She told him about it??! Why would she?? Ugh...she wasn't even there for it. She only heard of it from the Teleri. She never heard our side. Oh Elbereth, no wonder Thingol suddenly went on the warpath. But wait what do you mean especially now pitya? What changed?" said his son in frustration and curiosity. 

"She...ohhhhh please just stay calm for this. She's....she's probably engaged to Thingol's nephew Celeborn by now. They marry much later or a few years from now. I'm honestly not sure but either way she'll end up his niece in-law. So yeah I doubt she'd keep her mouth shut. Never mind that she's learning to enhance her powers from Melian" said Lómion in blank incredulousness. 

They all stared.

They all held their breath. 

Then they blew. 

"SHE'S WHAT?!!!"

"Are you seriously telling me that the ice princess is engaged to one of Thingol's relatives??!! How in Arda did that happen???" said Curufin in absolute shock. 

"Normally, I'd say congratulations but really? This is wartime and she does this? Wait learning from Melian??? Great! Now we'll definitely have to strengthen our mental shields against her!! You all remember she jumped people's heads without permission! I can't even count how many times Finrod reprimanded her for that!" said Celegorm in absolute frustration. 

That statement apparently got Lómion's attention as his visage suddenly went very cold. The emotion dropped from his face and he suddenly looked very angry about something. The room went silent as everyone suddenly saw a side of his grandson they clearly hadn't seen before. The next thing he said sent a chill down their spines. 

"Reads people's minds without permission you say?" 

.....

"Hah"

"I DARE her to try that on me. I promise it won't be pleasant."

"BLASTED Legilimens thinking they can just do that!"

Again more words he couldn't understand. Though he could tell one of them was some kind of swear word. 

What does he mean by that?

He sounds like he's speaking from experience?

Who did this to him?

Again he looks older than he is?

"Pitya? Why are you so angry?" said Maglor as he approached the child with concern and no fear. He gently reached for his hands and the child's anger instantly cooled.

"...Erm sorry about that. It's just...it's one of the things I can't tell you yet but let's just say I have alot of bad experiences with people that can read minds. I can't stand people that abuse it, just like I can't stand 'leaders' that think they can do whatever they want. Such nonsense" said his grandson with sarcasm and a hint of anger. 

They all went wide eyed at the last part of his statement. 

Leaders that do whatever they want? Is he referring to Turgon? Then again wouldn't be surprising considering none of the ones he's heard of have set anything close to a good example. 

"Anyway getting back on topic. None of you can tell them anything. It's extremely pertinent so certain events still happen. Now as to why I'm doing this. Uncle you remember in my letter I said the forces at Ard-galen would have to be withdrawn at some point" his grandchild said with apprehension in his  voice. He was clearly nervous to continue. 

"Yes hína I remember. Please take your time telling us. I'll listen I promise" said his son as he gently took the child's hand. All his nephews nodding in support. 

His grandson looked down and took a deep breath. 

Though what he said next would shock them all. 

"30 years from now, on a quiet winter's night"

....

"Glaurung the Dragon shall return and set fields of fire to Ard-Galen along with the Balrogs of Morgoth"

.....

..... 

"What?"

"Lómion....what...what did you just say?" said his eldest nephew as his hands started shaking. 

"Glaurung is coming back. You drove him back when he was young uncle. All those centuries ago but by the time he attacks he'll be fully grown. Before he does you need to get those elves out of there! But you have to do it quietly so Morgoth's forces don't notice. It doesn't have to be now because like I said we still have 30 years. I can cast illusions by the last 5 yrs so that nobody notices a change. I'm not wrong on my timeline either because I've been scouting Angband every 2 months to make sure" said Maeglin with absolute resolution and disturbing nonchalance when he said the last bit. 

Unfortunately, everyone didn't take it well.

"YOU WHAT??!! SCOUTED?? Every 2 months?! Aye Eru's mercy! Hína why??!! How could you do something so dangerous!!" he screeched in absolute horror. 

"ARE YOU MAD?! HOW DID YOU EVEN??" said Caranthir in absolute fright. 

"Pitya when did you even??!! How are you doing this??!" said Maglor who looked on the precipice of fainting. 

"Maeglin for the love of all that is good in this world PLEASE stop sneaking into Angband! I don't think my heart can take much more of this" said Maedhros as he smacked his forehead and begged for mercy on his sanity. 

"OKAY THAT'S IT! Maeglin we care for you! I want answers as to how you've been doing this and I want them now! Otherwise I will do whatever it takes to make you stop throwing yourself into such dangers! What kind of animal made you think this was alright??" said Celegorm who looked liked he was about to hit the roof. 

"HÍNA please please do not do that again! I just found you! I can't bear to lose you like that!" said his son as he clutched the child's hand in pleading. 

"You've got to be kidding. Is there no end to your tricks" said the Amabarussa in incredulous shock. 

Apparently his grandson had enough. 

"Look I know you're worried and I truly appreciate it. I know it surprises you but they really didn't see me. I was in the air the hole time. Besides how else was I supposed to get the wards up. It's part of how I've been keeping the orcs from capturing any elves. The temporary wards I've placed at all the exits places a mind suggestion in them to take no prisoners. I placed them all over the place and they're undetectable" said his grandson in absolute certainty. 

"Wait what do you mean you flew? The orcs would have noticed a falcon" said Celegorm in confusion. 

Maeglin just gave him a cheeky smile and stood up. He walked toward the broom and to the awe of everyone in the room. Maeglin mounted the broom like a horse and in a blink he took off!

He was flying! 

He was flying on a broom!!!

Everyone's eyes, including his own, were wide as saucers as his grandchild flew around the room in a circular motion. He then flipped upside down and his face was now staring right into Celegorm's while still holding onto the broom in midair. His hair following the path of gravity even though his body didn't. 

"Like I said Uncle Celegorm I flew. This is my Firebolt and it can go 150 miles per hr. So yeah, makes for quite the good travel gear" said his grandson with a cheeky wink. 

Celegorm was speechless and so was everyone else as his grandchild hovered in the air as if it was normal. The boy then flipped right side up and hovered back down. His feet now touched the ground and he dismounted the broom liked he'd done it a thousand times. 

What in Eru's name....

"How..how??" said Curufin in absolute curiously and bafflement. 

"I made it. It's what's gotten me across most of Beleriand while I was traveling. It's also what got me out of Gondolin fast. And as for not being noticed...well....I had this" said his grandson as he handed the broom to Curufin in no doubt a loving attempt to soothe his curiosity.

That was when his grandson reached for the travel bag he'd put down and once again in a movement that would shocked everyone. Reached inside the bag and pulled out a large silver colored cloak that had the strangest patterns he had ever seen. His arms had actually disappeared where it shouldn't have inside the bag. That bag did not look like it should hold more than a waterskin! Dear Elbereth the cloak looked like it was glistening silver! It also radiated a power that felt....almost familiar. It was an eerie thing indeed but what Lómion did next would shock them even more. With a smug grin on his face he walked over to Maitimo and swiftly spread the cloak over him. What once was silver now...DISAPPEARED?!

His nephew had just disappeared as soon as the cloak spread over him!! His red head now the only thing visible but not for long as Lómion grabbed the hood and spread it over his nephews head. Now completely making him disappear to all in the room. They would have thought he disappeared entirely if not for hearing him mutter in shock.

"Lómion! What...what??? What is this?" he could hear his eldest nephew say in shock. 

"This uncle Maedhros is my cloak of invisibility! Add that on with a silencing spell and you're completely undetectable. Pretty amazing right! This cloak allows you to be unseen even from the Valar. As long as you wear it they can't see you, not even this Vairë" said his grandson with cheeky confidence. 

Oh Eru! So that's how he did it!!

That's how he's been unseen for so long!!!

What a marvel!! Who made this??? And why did it feel familiar?

His grandson removed the cloak from his uncle who now became visible again. 

"SO THAT'S HOW YOU DID IT! No wonder we couldn't find you! Lómion where did you even get this? This thing is radiating an energy similar to a Valar!" exclaimed Celegorm as he extended his hand to try and feel the material of the cloak. 

"Does it? Huh..that actually might make sense...maybe it was..no couldn't be" said his grandson in contemplation as he started muttering the last bits. 

"Anyway this is how I've been scouting and getting around unseen...well part of it. I've got my other tricks but we can discuss that another time. The point is Glaurung is coming and the defenses I'm putting up are to counter him and his ugly fire cronies. The three defenses I'm putting up should take care of the Balrogs and not affect things too much so they stay on course. So can you please listen to everything I'm about to say...please?" said Lómion with pleading hope. 

"Of course hína, please tell us. I'll listen I promise you, though I will be wanting to know these...other tricks later young man" he said in comfort but let his brow quirk at the last bit. 

"Yes, alright Haru. Well to start with all of the territories belonging to the Sons of Fëanor would have been taken in the attack aside from Himring. Hithlum would have survived as well but just barely and with very heavy casualties. These defenses I'm getting up can stop that and prevent unnecessary deaths. The primary shield should keep out the flames while I kill the dragon. That horrid thing doesn't need to stay alive for future events to occur. Besides Morgoth won't notice if I make everyone think the ugly rat just ran away" said his grandson in the tone of an experienced strategist. 

"Pitya what do you mean kill the dragon?? Please tell me you're not thinking.." said Maglor in fear of the answer. 

"Yes Uncle, I'm sorry but I need to be out there when this fight starts. Don't worry I plan to be in the air the whole time. I only need one shot to kill that horrid thing if the barrier doesn't get it. I'll pull back immediately if something goes wrong. I've handled dragons before and I certainly know how to kill one" said his grandson in a tone that brokered no argument. 

What in the name of all that is good does he mean he's dealt with dragons before??

"Lómion please! You can't expect us to be alright with this! Even if you're in the air. Don't you think your defenses will be enough? Why are you going to such lengths? Please even the idea of you being in danger is too much" said Maedhros as he gently held the child's shoulders. 

"I'm sorry Uncle but I must. I know I'm probably being paranoid but a long time of things going wrong will do that. You may think they're too much but I think it's just enough. The main thing is to keep out the flames and defend your territories that don't have to fall. I'm not letting anything happen to any of you. I'm...I'm so sick of losing people. I've already come to terms with the fact that I can't get the barrier over Estolad on account of Doriath but I can bloody well get it over Thargelion and Himlad. Getting another one over Hithlum should be easier since it's smaller. Gosh I'm so happy I managed to get some of those boulders done" said his grandson in sadness and relief at the last part. 

Suddenly Maglor looked very pale at the mention of boulders.

...Why do I have a bad feeling about this?..

"...Pitya..what exactly are those boulders for?" said Maglor as he started trembling at the undoubtedly frightening answer. 

But to all their horror Maeglin just gave a bright smile that implied the worst. 

"It's a surprise! Don't worry it's a good one!" said his grandson with absolute cheer that brought fear to the hearts of everyone in the room. 

...Aye I knew it! What has Maeglin done??! Allfather grant me some mercy! 

"Wait! So that's what those potions are for? To heal against burns?" said Curufin in realization. 

"Yup! That's right! Those potions will help if anything breaks the primary and secondary defense. Plus if anyone gets severely injured the armor will bring them straight to the nearest friendly healing halls for treatment. I just have to make armor for all the territories now. This whole thing is gonna take me at least 20 years. Unless I pull another all-nighter like that one time.." 

"NO" said Maglor as he now had his arms crossed and a stern frown that screamed "you will never pull that stunt again!" 

"Alright alright I get it. I don't particularly want to pass out again or risk Máriel skinning me. Once was enough thank you....unless I use my full power...but then again Doriath might notice...ugh bugger" he said in initial resignation but then started contemplating possibilities until paused by Maglor's frown. 

"What do you mean you passed out?? Lómion what did you do?" he said in a voice that said one thing "you tell me the truth right now young man!" 

"Err it was nothing! I'm fine and I won't do it again I promise!" he said in attempted reassurance but it didn't work. 

He looked at Maglor for answers but the look on his face told him he'd tell him later. 

Aye Elbereth, this child has the nature of a smith that doesn't care for himself. Did he get this from Fëanor?

"You've mentioned defending our territories but I sense something else in there little one. Care to elaborate?" said Maedhros in the tone of an experienced politician. 

"...Well yes..the thing is I can't defend Dorthonion when the attack hits. PLEASE don't misunderstand me. I will get Orodreth, Angrod, and most of the civilians out before that happens but what I'm trying to say is that...Dorthonion will fall. It must fall for Morgoth's downfall to begin" said his grandchild as he nervously looked up as though searching for scathing looks. 

Well he would receive none.

"So that's it huh, well in that case little one count us in! You said you'd accept our help so tell us what you need. If Dorthonian is going to fall than that means refugees. Maybe we could lead them to Doriath or...Maeglin?" said Maedhros in acceptance and then sudden concern. 

At the mention of Doriath Maeglin suddenly went very stiff and was now sporting a very grim face. He looked quite frankly very angry at something. 

...I have a bad feeling about this..

"....they won't let them in....Thingol won't let them in. Not elves or men...he didn't allow any refugees to cross his lands nor did he give them any aid. He didn't even give medicine or food. That's...that's what happened in my...visions. The only place we can take them is Nargathrond" said his grandchild in a tone that radiated his hatred at this fact. 

Thingol you selfish, unbelievable, cold hearted sycophant! 

Do you truly think you can ostracize the world like this and garner no consequences?! 

What kind of example are you setting?!!! 

Oh Elbereth what Maeglin must be feeling...

It would seem his thoughts were shared with his nephews and son as they all sported shocked faces at this revelation. 

"Hína...are you serious? Are you sure? He..he really won't help anyone? That's...gasp" said his son in disgusted shock but quickly tried to cover it up. 

"It's alright uncle, I know. I know it's wrong and it frankly annoys me to no end but they're not my focus for now. The point is we need to get as many of those people to Nargathrond or Estolad for the short-term. As for Angrod and Orodreth if worse comes to shove I can just knock them out and bring them here or to Sirion. I doubt those stubborn idiots will listen to any letters I send" said Lómion in a tone that didn't just insinuate he was willing to do something most would see as crazy. 

Did he really just suggest knocking out his own cousins?

I'm starting to think I should be concerned about this. 

"Umm Lómion I do happen to be the High King so perhaps theatrics won't be necessary if I happen to summon them. I would like to avoid your cousins enduring any bodily harm to their person or pride if at all possible. Okay pitya?" he said with a quirk of his brow that really meant "please don't assault your cousins to save their lives, that's a big no no for most social standards."

His grandchild went red at his suggestion and swiftly looked down in embarrassment at not realizing that. He then quickly changed the subject. 

"Oh right! Hahaha. I did promise to tell you all where I was living before I showed myself and here it is! I stayed in this tent!" exclaimed his grandchild as he once again reached inside the small travel bag that didn't look it could hold anything and pulled out a.....very ratty looking tent. 

...What the void?..

...He stayed in that????..

That looks like nothing but torn cloth?? 

Aye Eru have mercy! 

"OKAY calm down. It's not what it seems because it's a magic tent I made myself! Here take a look inside! It's so luxurious because it has a fully modern kitchen and hot water bathtubs!" said his grandson in cheer of what sounded utterly mad as he picthed up the tiny tent that didn't look worth anything!

Is the boy partly crazy or has the depression made him appreciate anything?

"Alright let's see this because there's no way....eeepp" said Curufin as he looked into the now pitched tent and suddenly stopped speaking with a loud...squeak? Did the Fëanor clone literally just squeak?

His thoughts were immediately haulted when his nephew suddenly turned around from where he faced the tent looking utterly pale and gobsmacked. He started incoherently muttering something before he took a large gulp of air and collapsed to the ground in a heap. 

They all stared at the scene when his son finally stepped over and looked inside the supposed magic tent. Then before he could blink his son gasped and ran into the tent when in reality should have been impossible. 

"ATAR!!! THIS!! OH Eru!! Atar this is amazing!!!!!! It's so huge in here!" his son's voice echoed from inside the tent when that should have been ludicrous. Now, if that wasn't enough he could swear he heard what sounded like his son running around what externally appeared to be a non-existent space. 

Now, he felt like he was going to faint again.

Oh Dear. 

....wait a minute..

He doesn't know what possessed him to say it but he did anyway. 

"Lómion I don't suppose you know where Aegnor went do you?" he said in a voice that almost pleaded "don't say yes don't say yes."

"Oh yes! I turned into a hummingbird and helped encourage him to get married. I made a magic night for them and everything! It was so beautiful!! I have to show it to you sometime...Haru?" said his grandson in cheer and magic in his eyes at the admittance of what he'd done. Thought that quickly turned to concern when he saw his grandfather starting to sway.

Him and Maglor apparently shared their thoughts as their eyes went wide and Maglor swiftly followed his brother to the floor. 

Well good thing I'm already in bed. 

Those were his last thoughts of comfort as he collapsed back onto the bed in a dead faint. 

Aye, Irissë what kind of mischief maker did you birth, these next few decades would no doubt be quite interesting.