Who: Fingon & Maedhros What: Only Fingon can calm the fury of Maedhros' Fëanorian spirit. Where: Fingon's rooms - Vinyamar When: After the discussion in Fingon's network post. Warnings | Status: TBD | in progress
Maedhros was furious. It was a fury that once ignited was hard to contain. There was no being on this island other than Fingon that truly knew the extent of Maedhros' wrath. He held himself in check as best he could, less he descend into absolute rage and slaughter the offenders he deemed unworthy to live in the moment. His was a cold cruelty, a ruthless, swift, and merciless fury that left none standing in his way. And yet he knew that the other islanders were people too, and he would regret their murders if ever he committed them. And so to avoid the lawless slaughter of a hundred innocent people, Maedhros turned his fury inward and let it rage about therein.
He was called Fëanorian because his spirit, and the spirits of his brothers, were said to burn with fire. They said that Maedhros burned too hot--not unlike his father--and could not be contained by his body alone, and so it leaked into his red hair and shown like fire to the eyes of all. The fury smoldered in his grey eyes, like molten lava, and his wrath radiated from his being like heat from the sun herself.
As ever Maedhros' fury could sustain him, but standing before Fingon he was forced to let it go. Only Fingon could cool his temper and ease his wrath. Only Fingon could stand before him in face of his fury and not feel fear. Fingon was the other half of Maedhros' soul, and 1800 years or more of friendship and love had brought them to this brink a thousand times and back. But to have him again was a blessing and a curse. Maedhros had watched Fingon die, cut down by Balrogs like wheat before the scythe. And since then his wrath had been ablaze, uncontrolled, and unchecked. He had committed devastating deeds--kinslayings, the sack of two elven homes, and bringing about the death of four of his five remaining brothers.
His was depravity without Fingon there to control it.
And so standing before him, Maedhros let go his anger and wept. He wept for all that he had done and all that he would do and for all that they had faced both at home and here in this strange, cruel place. He buried himself in the depths of his friend's raven hair, clinging to him with all his Fëanorian might so that Fingon would never disappear from him again. He would burn down the world for him, living or dead.