Blue, by Himring
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tolkienshortfanworksAuthor: Himring
Title: Blue
Characters: Maedhros, Fingon
Pairing: Maedhros/Fingon
Text type / Format: Ficlet
Source / Fandom: Silmarillion
Rating: Teens
Warnings: none
Word Count: 141
Summary: Maedhros and Fingon under a tree.
Author notes: An old piece. This is the epilogue of my story "A Stiff Northern Breeze" that I had posted in some spaces as stand-alone piece, because I am fond of it in this form, too. It is less easy to find like that now, for various reasons, so I thought I would like to have it here.
Fingon seizes him by the elbow.
‘Quick!’
They duck under the overhanging branches and stand together concealed within the canopy of luxuriant foliage. Sunlight filters through. Fingon looks upwards. A flash of memory, blue as a kingfisher’s wing...
‘Hold still for a moment!’
He plucks a spring-green oak leaf and, with a twist of the wrist, pushes it into Maedhros’s hair below his right ear, precisely in place. Maedhros briefly closes his eyes. He feels Fingon’s grip shift on his arm.
‘Can’t stand the sight of me?’
The warm clasp of strong fingers.
‘You dazzle me.’
Fingon leans in closer.
‘Not everyone likes me as much as you do.’
This time, he says it triumphantly; he glows with the certainty of it. Blue, blue as a kingfisher’s wing...
And Maedhros answers him softly: ‘They don’t.’
Title: Blue
Characters: Maedhros, Fingon
Pairing: Maedhros/Fingon
Text type / Format: Ficlet
Source / Fandom: Silmarillion
Rating: Teens
Warnings: none
Word Count: 141
Summary: Maedhros and Fingon under a tree.
Author notes: An old piece. This is the epilogue of my story "A Stiff Northern Breeze" that I had posted in some spaces as stand-alone piece, because I am fond of it in this form, too. It is less easy to find like that now, for various reasons, so I thought I would like to have it here.
Fingon seizes him by the elbow.
‘Quick!’
They duck under the overhanging branches and stand together concealed within the canopy of luxuriant foliage. Sunlight filters through. Fingon looks upwards. A flash of memory, blue as a kingfisher’s wing...
‘Hold still for a moment!’
He plucks a spring-green oak leaf and, with a twist of the wrist, pushes it into Maedhros’s hair below his right ear, precisely in place. Maedhros briefly closes his eyes. He feels Fingon’s grip shift on his arm.
‘Can’t stand the sight of me?’
The warm clasp of strong fingers.
‘You dazzle me.’
Fingon leans in closer.
‘Not everyone likes me as much as you do.’
This time, he says it triumphantly; he glows with the certainty of it. Blue, blue as a kingfisher’s wing...
And Maedhros answers him softly: ‘They don’t.’
