Mercy, Love by Elleth

Chapter 2

Through cracked lips Maitimo reveals that his name now is Maedhros, a sharp and guilty word on Fingon's tongue, the final syllables like the cut of his dagger. Maedhros screams himself hoarse with nightmares and yet doesn't wake. Though he doesn't speak of them in daylight, Fingon knows - the orcs, the lashes, the burnings, the myriad untold sufferings. They are wrought on Maedhros' body as well as in his fëa.

When Fingon rests, the anger is there still. Now it buries, raw and blunt, into his own chest. Atonement it may be, but this is not what he wished for.