Stories of Elrond and Elros\' childhood in the household of Maglor and Maedhros.

When the Oath brings disaster to Sirion, Maglor attempts to fix what he can, but a temporary arrangement becomes much more permanent than anyone had foreseen. Elrond and Elros grow up, grow together, and grow apart at the end of a world slowly decaying into myth and legend.

“I am not going to… to use you,” he protested. “I could not!”
“Then tie me lovingly and command me gently, if that suits you better,” Fingon said. “But the crown I wear is heavy, and for once I want someone else,” he curled his fingers in Maedhros’ hair, “to decide where I will go and what I will do.”

Mahtan's kin are a bit fuzzier than the average elf.

Nearly two decades after rescuing Maedhros from Angband, Fingon visits him at his newly-completed fortress of Himring. Much has changed since they were carefree in love in the bliss of Valinor, and they too must change in order to overcome the obstacles of their new situation.

It is twenty-eight years, three months, one week, and six days from the date of Maedhros' rescue, meaning that starting today, he has been free for longer than he was a prisoner.

After six thousand years in Mandos, Fingon and Maedhros rejoin the world. Nothing will ever be the same as it was, but a remote plot of land, a cabin, a garden, and a few animals are all they need.

Fingon's crown is too heavy to bear. Maedhros, as always, tries to make it lighter.

On one of his good days, Maitimo airs his grievances with that new horror they call the "sun."

Maedhros' hand is hurting him. Elrond has an idea that might help.

It isn't the first time things got bad for Maedhros, but it is the first time that Elrond and Elros notice.