Quilt of Growth by AdmirableMonster

Maedhros: Rebirth

Maedhros opens his eyes to the warmth of a summer day, with the cicadas droning in his ear.  He feels as though he has been dreaming.  The last memory he has is of fire and his little brother’s shattered face, but it is distant and far away. The trees are groaning with fruit, and his body is free of pain for the first time that he can remember since Alqualondë.  He’s alive.  He sits up and looks around.

“Welcome home, Nelyafinwë,” says a cloaked figure.

Where is the guilt, Maedhros wonders, but in his heart there is only an apology.