Diplomacy by Vicki_Turner

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Summary:

What power enables the cursed Feanorions to inspire such intense loyalty that elves would be willing to kill their kin for the sake of their Lords? A short story where young Elros glimpses the Maedhros power for this "diplomacy". 

Major Characters: Elros

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Genre: General

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Rating: General

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Chapters: 1 Word Count: 878
Posted on 24 May 2008 Updated on 24 May 2008

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Diplomacy

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Diplomacy

By Vicki Turner

 

The air is stale, motionless, dead. It was around noon on a cloudless summer day and sweat glued my tunic to my skin. Despite this, I am happy; Uncle Maedhros arranged to spar an old friend today, and I, rarely allowed in town, was invited to watch.

 

On the way to main sparing field, we pass a sulking boy sitting in the shade of the equipment shack. He is not especially noteworthy, considering of the bustle of town and its numerous intrigues, but Maedhros stopped.

 

"Would you deign to spar with me, young Master?" Maedhros bowed, and inquired with his stately voice. It was a voice I am not accustomed to hear. It was not the voice that calls me into supper, nor laughs while chasing me around Maglor's cabin, nor whispers soothing words after frightening dreams. It was, for lack of a better name, his "Lord" voice. The voice that welcomes dignitaries, awes his generals, and inspires intense trust.  Why he speaks thus to this elfling? I scarcely know.

 

The boy's head swiveled around, searching for whom Maedhros addresses, until, astonished, he realizes the imposing red-haired warrior had asked him.

 

"Uh...yes, Mister, uh, Sir, uh, Lord!"

 

"But Maedhros-"

 

"Quiet, Elros!"

 

With the flick of the Feanorion's hand, I fall silent. I sit amid the swaying grass and alternate between watching the mismatched duel and the sky. The boy, although sloppy at times, was naturally gifted, but Maedhros easily routs the boy. Maedhros skill with the sword, even left handed, is legendary, his movements memorizing. But that steel has tasted the blood of both orc and kin. I push the unwanted thought out of mind, for Maedhros has been nothing but kind to me and there is a more important matter at hand. When the two finally finished, the sun's position in the sky declares Maedhros an hour late to his previous engagement.

 

"Well fought, Master Sarn son Spalatin."

 

"Thank you, my Lord!" Sarn beamed, eyes shining in unconcealed admiration, as Maedhros fondly bid the boy farewell.

 

As we restart our journey, I question Maedhros. "You are an hour late, Uncle. Your friend will be angry, will he not?"

 

"Perhaps, a little upset," Maedhros conceded.

 

"Then why did you stop to spar with that insignificant boy?"

 

Maedhros stopped walking. He turned around, and kneeling on the ground touched my shoulder, He shook his head and sighed amused, "Diplomacy, little one. If you are to remain under my brother's care then you must learn a little about Lordship!"

 

"How is sparing diplomacy?" Sparing could be warring, sure. Leadership even. But council-infused, vague word plagued, ritual and regulation adorned diplomacy?

 

"No one is insignificant, Elros. Everyone has their use. That boy's father is my Master Blacksmith. I know scant few better swordsmen than he. Sarn is Spalatin's only son, yet the boy lacks passion for swordplay. Sarn is talented but woefully undevoted to practice. By sparing with Sarn for an hour, he and his sword will be inseparable and I shall gain his father's, nay his entire family's, gratitude.'

 

"But your friend; he will still be upset."

 

Maedhros shrugs. "In the end, that is inconsequential. If you are late to spar with Elrond, he would forgive you because you two are close, would he not?"

 

I nod.

 

"So, too, with Arato. Our friendship was born under the light of the two trees and is strong enough to survive my tardiness today. However, by a simple spar, I have reinsured my Master Blacksmith's loyalty and have guaranteed the unswerving devotion of young Sarn. In few years, he will be one of my soldiers and surely follow me wherever I led and to whatever end. Glory or death."

 

Or cursed kinslaying, the thought pops into my head unbidden, and I dare not speak the words aloud; Maedhros is ignorant of the fact I know about his horrendous deeds, that I know why I am rarely allowed in town, that I overhear the rumors he hopes I do not, that he and his brother's care is more than generous fostering; it's captivity.

 

"This is diplomacy," Maedhros smiles at me, but I am wary. I scrutinize his features, desperate to discover chink in his impenetrable façade, wondering if he is manipulating me, too. But I could not discern if he was feigning or genuine.

 

"Now, let us not keep Arato waiting any longer," He stands and proceeds down the path. I wait and watch him walk, his gait exuberating authority but somehow unthreatening. His fiery hair sways, and some intangible majesty crowns his head. He turns around and sees how I fall behind, "You stuck, elfling?" He laughs, waving me along, "Hurry up, Elros,"

I hesitate. Part of me is repelled by knowledge of his past actions, his calculated kindness, his deceitful methods, but like a fly to the flickering candle flames, a bear to a bee hive, I am drawn in by his glowing smile, honeyed words and his aura of likeability. Finally, I succumb to his charisma and follow.         

 


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This is fascinating.  I am always interested in stories that deal with Maedhros’s relationship with Elros or Elrond because there is such a range in them.

There is a nice sequence here: at first Elros is “happy” and Maedhros is “Uncle Maedhros” and they seem to be one good terms, and it is after a seemingly harmless occurrence that Elros starts to rethink his opinions.  It is logical that Elros would second-guess his position (“captivity” as opposed to “generous fostering”), although it seems almost random, the way that it happens.  But then again, I guess when he sees Maedhros’s great talent with politics, it makes sense that he would wonder about him.  So overall, I really liked the dynamic between them.

In a couple places you’ve got this typo where you say “spare” when I think you mean “spar” but that’s really my only criticism.

Thank you so much for the review. There is so many aspects to Elrond and Elros relationship to Maedhros and Maglor. The Silmarillion doesn't give their relationship barely any attention, but I believe its pivotal to the development of Elrond and Elros' character. 

Perhaps, Elros questioning seems a tad random in this story. I might go back and give a little more back story since this little ficlet stands alone, but corresponds with my previous writings about Elros, Elrond, and the Feanorions, where Elros often overhears rumors whenever he is in town about Maedhros "real" reason to keeping the twins.

 where you say "spare" when I think you mean "spar"

 whoops! I thought I had caught all those! Thanks for pointing it out.