in my cold arms by queerofthedagger

Summary:

Strands of hair fall red like blood upon black stone, and Fingon’s hands don’t shake the same way that Maedhros isn’t trembling. Which is to say that neither of them does, but it is a careful, arduous exercise of restraint and bitten tongues.

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In the aftermath of Thangorodrim, not everything falls back into place easily. But Fingon is nothing if not patient, and if giving Maedhros what he needs means silencing his own demons, well—there is no one that Fingon would rather do it for.

Major Characters: Fingon, Maedhros

Major Relationships: Fingon/Maedhros

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

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Rating: General

Warnings:

This fanwork is complete.