Surrounding the Fall by Ivare
Fanwork Notes
My portrayal of Maeglin differs from Tolkien’s, but I hope you’ll like it. I suppose one could claim that much of the legendarium contains narrative bias — an idea which I’ve taken liberties with.
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Summary:
Maeglin’s point of view after his betrayal and before his death.
Major Characters: Maeglin
Major Relationships:
Genre: Poetry
Challenges:
Rating: Teens
Warnings: Character Death, Violence (Moderate)
Chapters: 2 Word Count: 300 Posted on 13 January 2019 Updated on 22 January 2019 This fanwork is a work in progress.
Edge
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I can’t undo what I’ve done.
I can’t prevent what will come.Confession? Out of the question:
There’s no reason to bring about my death
earlier than it needs be.I can imagine how the execution would go:
Forced down, down
on the cold, hard stones
and all of Gondolin watching.Idril’s eyes, full of betrayal and hate.
And what then?The green grass where Eöl
is surely bones, or dust now
stares up at me
so far away.I don’t know when Morgoth will attack,
only that he will.And I’ll have served my purpose
when he does. I won’t survive this
will I?It was all a desperate shot in the dark.
One word
one mistake.
And it has cost me
cost us
everything.I reckoned I’d at least be satisfied.
Perhaps there’d be guilt, although
with my eyes set on her,
it would be easy to disregard.But all there is
is dread
like a noose
or the ground crumbling away
and falling
falling.There are promises
the Dark Enemy makes good on;
others he breaks.
But if Idril is spared —No. I mustn’t hope.
It won’t be long now,
before all is lost.Yet I seek solace
a damned kind of peace
in thinking that at least
she would be no one’s
if not mine.
Fall
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The sky is burning.
Right before
I’m thrown over the wall’s edge,
I see where the Dark Elf died.So this is how it ends, Father.
The wind races up.
An appalling depth
consumes me
swallows me whole.
I’m weightless
falling
into the dark. Light
sundered from me
how did I dare love her?I hoped I’d have no remorse
when the Dark Foe came.
It would make the end
a little less painful.I’m disappointed, Lómion.
Look at me now, Mother.
But don’t doubt
Look at the mess I’ve made this time.
that I love you.
And it killed you.Anguirel still hangs from my belt;
now
at the peak of my fall
it alone remains. Both
Eöl’s creations
join their maker. Long overdue.Ill-gotten son
is falling
falling.
My curse or my fault?
Or are they the same?Too late
to save anything. All that’s left:
apologies, borne away
by the winds that don’t slow my descent.
They’ll never reach their destinationsbut I will.
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