Bring Him Home

Chapter Two

Maedhros looked at the map and ran a hand through his hair. He knew where they were going but he was looking the map over and seeing where Maglor may be. He had a few ideas but he was not sure. He just had to wait till they talked with Elrond to see if he knew anything. Perhaps maybe Glorfindel knew something but informally there was not many elves left here they could ask. 

"How is it coming?" Fingon asked as he walked up next to him. 

"Not great but I think we will have some better ideas when we get to Rivendell," Maedhros replied. 

"Alright. Judging by the map we should be there in a few days," Fingon noted as he looked at the map. 

"Yeah. So we should get moving," Maedhros replied as he folded up the map and stood up. He gave a small whistle and the horse came over. He mounted his horse and began riding, Fingon rode beside him. The two rode in silence for some time but Fingon looked over as he saw Maedhros shaking his head. 

"What?" Fingon asked. 

"Just thinking," Maedhros replied. 

"About?" Fingon asked. 

"That my brother is an idiot," Maedhros answered. 

"Okay. You need to be a bit more clear about that, which brother and what did they say this time." Fingon said. 

"Celegorm suggested that somehow we get a bunch of drawings that look like him and hand them out," Maedhros explained. 

"Sounds like something Celegorm will suggest," Fingon said. "Wait. Where did he think you'd get all that paper?" 

"It's Celegorm. Who knows," Maedhros said shrugging. 

"Speaking of. How is he doing?" Fingon then asked. 

Maedhros slowed the horse a bit and settled back a bit. "Not great but better then he was," He replied softly. "Yet, he is spending a lot of time hunting with Lord Orome. That is helping him greatly." 

"Well, that's good to hear," Fingon replied. Maedhros nodded and looked at the sky and frowned a bit. 

"What?" Fingon asked.

"It is going to rain," Maedhros said. Fingon looked up and said, "Should we stop then or keep going?" 

"Let's just keep going, if it gets too bad we can find a place to stop," Maedhros said as it started raining

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"Well I am wet," Fingon said as he sat down beside Maedhros in the place they stopped. 

"Yes. That tends to happen to someone when they are rained on," Maedhros replied as he squeezed out the edge of his cloak to let some of the water get out. He then was suddenly hit in the face with the edge of Fingon's wet sleeve. Maedhros then turned and glared at Fingon with his face dripping a bit. 

"Mature. Really, mature." Maedhros said whipped his face with his hand. Fingon just laughed and Maedhros shook his head. Yet, he did smile a bit, he missed hearing his friend laugh or hearing laughter. It was something he found again when Maglor took in those boys.  He then frowned and looked at the ground closing his eyes. Would Elrond forgive him for leaving...did he forgive both of them for leaving? 

"What?" Fingon asked. 

"What do you mean? What?" Maedhros asked his voice sounding a bit horse. 

"Maedhros...talk to me," Fingon said.

"It has been ages since I have seen Elrond...the last time I saw him things...were unpleasant," Maedhros said. "I am not sure what he thinks of me," 

"Thinks of you?" Fingon asked. "From what Gil-galad said they both adored you and missed both of you. The worst that will happen is he may slap you but I can not imagine him being upset." 

Maedhros nodded and was quiet for a few moments then said, "I am still thankful to your son for taking them in." 

"He knows," Fingon replied. "He held nothing against you or your brothers." 

"Guess you raised him well," Maedhros said. Fingon just smiled and put a hand on Maedhros's back and said, "Nelyo. You have nothing to be worried about, everyone was forgiven for what they did. I am sure that Elrond has forgiven you for leaving and he's smart. I am sure he understands that it was not your choice but the oath. After all, even though Maglor raised him you did help." 

"Thank you," Maedhros said. 

"Anytime," Fingon said with a smile. 

Maedhros settled back and looked out and watched the rain. He began calming down but looked at Fingon as he cleared his throat. "Speaking of helping to raise them. Who was it that taught them how to curse in elvish and taught them the Feainorain Quenya." He asked raising an eyebrow. 

"Nothing I say will help me will it?" Maedhros asked. 

"You do know how I feel about cursing, even when one is mad" Fingon replied as he folded his arms. 

"What about those times you cursed when you got upset?" Maedhros asked. 

"Those were different," Fingon replied. "They had it coming completely." 

"You knocked them out after you cursed them out," Maedhros said. 

"They had it coming, as I said." He replied calmly. 

"For someone so calm and caring you sure have a temper when someone crosses a line," Maedhros said. 

"What is that suppose to mean?" Fingon asked. 

"It means do not call someone out for swearing when you do it yourself when you are angry," Maedhros replied as he laid back. "Also wasn't it from you that son learned a certain word.  A word you called Melkor and Mairon. 

Fingon looked at him for a few moments and then said, "Alright. I see your point but they are that." 

Maedhros could not help but chuckle. "As from someone who spent an uncomfrtablely long time with them...yes. Yes, they were."