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Maedhros never stopped thinking of little cousin Finrod as the Elfling who followed him around pulling at his robes and playing games. Finrod was happy to keep it that way, but Maedhros was bound to find out about the parties someday.

Finrod was like another little brother to him.

After his first encounter with Glaurung, Fingon reflects on what it means to be brave.

The sundering of the Noldor was bound to leave scars.

As Dior lays dying, yearning to reach twin boys taken from his care, something deep within him cracks and slams into place. There's more of his grandmother Melian in him that he ever thought he would inherit. 
 

What the title says...

In the Golden Age of Valinor, Maedhros tries to court an appropriate young woman. Meanwhile, Fingon smitten with his older cousin doesn’t intend to make it easy for him. In fact, he will do whatever he can to interfere.

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Written for LaSamtyr for 2022 Slashy Valentine. Requested pairing: Elf/elf, Fingon/Maedhros
Story elements: slice of life "weirdness", a lost item is found or rediscovered, Silm-oriented (House of Finwë preferred but not required.) Any Age is fine.

Thank you, Ignoble Bard, for the Beta and encouragement.

When Fingon rescues Maedhros he sings a song of Valinor the Noldor made of old. How did that song come to be?

As a young minstrel, Makalaurë performs a Song of Power for the first time. His music changes irrevocably the destiny of his older brother Maitimo and his cousin Findekáno.
How do Maglor and Fingon use Songs of Power in Beleriand?

In Mithrim: Maedhros and his healer.

A bit of backstory for the later master healer of Himring.

Turgon watches Gondolin burn. Someone watches Turgon.

After the destruction of the Ring, Eonwe searches for Sauron and takes him home.

A Day on the Water

The First glimpse of Aman

When all other lights... go out.

A suspicion realised among dusty tomes of days long past

A display of skills destined for war turned playful; sword and horse and rider as one.

“Congratulations, my love, you have made a plank. Yet again.”  Dry tones teased his ears softly, the silent footsteps of his beloved Ngilith giving him no warning of her approach.

Círdan smiled, running the pad of his thumb over the smooth surface of the wide board. “Not a plank, this, dearest,” he mused, leaning back against her chest for a moment when she drew near. Lifting the waiting pot, he watched a thin stream of oil catch the light of the torches someone had lit while he was busy smoothing the wood. “A board.” He spread the pool of oil with his fingers, feeling the smooth glide of skin against wood with a joyful satisfaction. “I wish to travel as the waves do, bare and unfettered as we rush towards shore.” He could see it so clearly, feel the rush and song of waves racing with him, Ossë’s laughter bright as noonlight on water.

She laughed, a sound he had missed more than he knew in her absence, pressing herself against his back, her chin resting lightly against his shoulder.

Ossë shows Círdan the passion at the heart of the storm.

Carnlóme finds some of his soldiers about to have their way with a prisoner and steps in to protect her. He soon comes to like her.

After his rebirth Nolofinwe knows he can't lie to Anaire any longer, even if the chance of Maedhros to ever be reborn is slim.

Fingon's new hröa did not cross the Ice.

Belladonna goes to the sea and understands something of importance.

Círdan is there for emotional support, even if he doesn't know it.

Thingol contemplates the carvings of Menegroth, remembering Lúthien. 

Celebrian asks Elrond about Maedhros and Maglor.

Elrond does not find it easy to talk to her about them, so he begins in a somewhat roundabout way...

Born on the Great Journey, I never knew Cuiviénen, but ever since we departed the shores of Rhûn I have missed the sensation of silky saltwater against my skin.

A Telerin Elf's first experience of the waters of Belegaer, at the end of the Great Journey.