Who: Maedhros & Maglor What: Diverting from the fight for completely stupid reasons Where: Outside, near the battlegrounds When: During the fight! Warnings | Status: Dead bodies | Complete! Moved to the rescue thread.
The roar of the Balrog behind him deafened him, but Maedhros did not turn to look. He trusted to the strength of his kin to win this fight. He trusted Fingon would stay alive--didn't he?--for a while longer, at least. For while the battle raged on, Maedhros had failed to join it. He'd watched as Glorfindel and Fingon charged into that fury heedless of their own fears, but had not followed. As he was about to join, the glinting glow of a brilliant light had caught his attention.
It was not the burst of magic from the wizards' staves, sporadic, death defying and awe inspiring as it was. It was the light of Laurelin and Telperion combined, come alive. It glittered with the light of Heaven's stars. It called to him.
And he answered.
Maedhros glanced at his brother who had endured all of the deeds of Beleriand beside him, and understood the nature of their fight. He paused long enough to take in his resplendent image, dark haired, grey eyed, and resolute. Then Maedhros drew his sword and jumped from the stairwell into the sandy shores below, hitting the ground and darting into a run. He swung his silver blade, spinning into the oncoming crush of merciless creatures and took them down without pausing.
None would keep him from the jewel of his father's hands and heart.