Mercy, Love by Elleth

Chapter 9

Fingon sees Maedhros' banners march across the battlefield, sees the red hair flying on his helmetless head like a standard of its own, and laughs in the midst of the fight. They will win the day, and the night, they will win peace and the Silmarils and perhaps an end to torment for those that come after them.

And perhaps even Maedhros will know rest.

But the dragon comes and drives them apart. This time he and his archers avail nothing, and behind the dragon come Balrogs, hewing their way toward him.

Fingon's guard draws close around him. Tides turn.