The Lay of Thangorodrim by DaegredWinsterhand

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Fanwork Notes

I originally posted this on my AO3 account with the same name back in January. I have made a few minor changes since then to fix up the meter and the overall flow of the poem.

Fanwork Information

Summary:

A retelling of the rescue of Maedhros in the form of a narrative poem, in which the Valiant heads out in search of the Tall.

Major Characters: Fingon

Major Relationships: Fingon & Maedhros

Genre:

Challenges:

Rating: General

Warnings: Violence (Mild)

Chapters: 1 Word Count: 493
Posted on 15 November 2022 Updated on 15 November 2022

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The Lay of Thangorodrim

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The Noldor could recall the day

When their high king was ripped away.

The Noldo lord Maedhros the tall

Was taken to be Morgoth’s thrall.

It had been far too many years

Since word of Maedhros reached their ears.

Though many said that he had died,

Prince Fingon thought he was alive.

So Fingon set out on a quest

To free the dark lord’s elven guest.

His search brought him to mountains far,

By guiding light of hopeful star.

He came upon a dungeon dark,

And there at last he would embark.

Our prince Fingon began to sing

To find the lost Noldorin king.

While searching through the valley wide,

He looked up to the mountain side.

Then Fingon found there what he sought,

His kinsman high upon the rock.

The elven lord Maedhros was there,

His cousin with the bright red hair.

Chained up high by a single hand,

Maedhros was too far from the land.

And Fingon could not scale the wall

To reach his friend, Maedhros the tall.

Hope was not found in the pair

And they fell into great despair.

Then Maedhros cried, “I want to die.

Lord Fingon, let your arrow fly.”

And Fingon then began to pray

So that his arrow would not stray:

“As my friend takes his final breath,

Deliver him a painless death.”

But right then something caught his sight,

A giant figure there in flight.

So Fingon lowered his great bow,

And saw the creature flying low.

‘Twas heaven’s beast on silver wings,

An eagle from the king of kings.

For his prayer had become a spell

To save them from the iron hell.

It carried him through valley wide

And Fingon came to Maedhros’ side.

There was one problem to be found:

Maedhros by his right hand was bound.

And Maedhros cried in desperate pain

As Fingon could not break the chain.

He slashed the bond, only to fail.

Our hero fought, to no avail.

Then Maedhros reached for Fingon’s knife

To find a way to end his strife.

And Fingon said then with a plea,

“You can’t die now, come home with me.”

Then Fingon found out through his doubt

That there was only one way out.

Our hero realized his plan

Was severing his cousin’s hand.

A sacrifice had to be made,

To Maedhros’ wrist he brought the blade.

The only way to set him free.

And Fingon cried, “Forgive me, please”.

Fingon’s blade slashed through the bone

To free the elf from mountain stone.

So Maedhros thanked his dearest friend

For saving him from his near end.

Although it cost him his main hand,

And he was far too weak to stand,

Maedhros was overjoyed to flee.

His friend was glad to see him free.

The two were lifted then in flight,

The mountain soon was out of sight.

The dungeon dark behind had passed.

And Maedhros would come home at last.


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