Many Journeys by Elleth

Oath-Hand

Fingon hopes to rescue Maedhros from more than just the shackle on Thangorodrim. A drabble. 

Findekáno's sword breaks.

The shards fall so far he can barely hear their bright ringing when they strike the ravine's bottom. Maitimo still hangs trapped by his right hand, the one holding the sword that he swore the Oath with. ("Fools!" Findekáno remembers shouting, too late.) Moringotto no doubt learned of it, no doubt means this as a twice-cruel reminder.

Again Maitimo begs for death.

Findekáno grits his teeth. He will give his Maitimo freedom instead. From the shackle and, if he can, from the wretched Oath.

Gripping the hilt-shard, blessedly still in his hand, he makes the first cut.