All That Was Not Lost to the Fire by Isilme_among_the_stars  

Aurora

Fingon takes Maedhros into the hills above Mithrim when his body is hale again but his mind is decidely still not.

You drag me up the mountainside and all I can think is: I don’t fucking want to be here, Fingon!

“You should have left me behind,” I say.

“In Mithrim?”

I don’t respond because the answer isn’t that.

“Come on,” you say, so damned patiently, and cajole me onward.

You’re blathering about the colour of ice and I doubt you’ve realised you’re not talking about ice at all, but wonder.

I don’t know what you see in me, honestly. Yet I know, in this moment, I am as beloved and delightful to you as the lights dancing before our eyes.