May you live in interesting times by 0ur_Ouroboros

A Healing

The boy’s breathing grows erratic, his lips turn blue and with what strength remains he twists in pain. After a time, his face stills. Through it all, Maedhros holds him.

“Listen for Mandos’ summons,” Maedhros whispers. “Go you now to his halls. Rest there, little one.” He kisses the boy’s crooked brow and strokes the sweat away from his eyes.

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Soon after, Maedhros’ purpose betrays him. He throws himself into the fire, and he leaves the world.

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Cizrakh greets his mother. Her hair is shining, and her face is newly symmetric. Her skin is clear and her body sings with healing. She greets him with bright eyes, joy in her voice and freedom in her heart.

“Oh, my son, my son,” she cries, and as she holds him, he feels peace surrounding him. It is eternal, complete.

“Here, we can heal.” She gestures about the Halls, and he sees his family. They are whole. They smile at him.

He glimpses Maedhros in the distance then, head hanging low, bereft. Cizrakh runs to him. He takes Maedhros’ one hand and feels his new scar. He pays it no mind.

Maedhros looks at him.

“Mother, come!” Cizrakh gestures her over. “Come meet the one who showed me how to find you.”