Hymn to Disturbia by Tyelca

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Fanwork Notes

This story is a birthday fic for a good friend of mine, who requested Maeglin as a character and left instructions to 'make me cry'.  

Simultanuously, this is fic answers to the challenge "Taboo", and specifically incorporates the prompts Murder, Ethnocentrism and Prejudice and Curses.

Warnings:

  • Canon character death
  • Violence
  • Disturbed thoughts
Fanwork Information

Summary:

Gondolin falls, and Maeglin has one last mission to fulfill: kill Tuor and claim Idril as his own.

Major Characters: Eärendil, Idril, Maeglin, Tuor

Major Relationships:

Genre: Drama

Challenges: Taboo

Rating: General

Warnings: Character Death, Violence (Moderate)

Chapters: 1 Word Count: 87
Posted on 23 January 2017 Updated on 23 January 2017

This fanwork is complete.


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Quite possibly! To me, Maeglin is a very disturbed character at this point in time (hence the title) and subconsciously he does not want to do the things he does - e.g. hating Tuor, betraying Gondolin, betraying Turgon, desiring Idril in the way he does - but he tries to suppress it. I imagine he has some sort of box in his mind, in which he puts everything he does not want to think about and leaves it at that. But sometimes, those thoughts manage to penetrate his mind and affect his words and actions, without Maeglin consciously realizing it, if that makes sense :P

Thank you so much, as well as for the many reviews! Maeglin is the favourite character of my friend, and I hope I did him justice - this is just my interpretation of his end and his motives. Maeglin is not really himself here anymore, and has not been for a long time, perhaps even since Idril refused to give her hand, or maybe even earlier when Eöl accidentally killed Aredhel. That is what I love about fanfiction: everyone shares their own view on the events we all love (and mourn...)