All That Was Not Lost to the Fire by Isilme_among_the_stars  

You Never Stop Reaching

Fingon sees Maedhros's determination to live more clearly than he does himself (a drabble and a half).

I dreamed of you, standing hale and whole. Your eyes turned to the north and in them shone a fierce light. It was a promise, that dream.

Sometimes, at night, I hear you muttering the mountain’s death wish anew in the shadows, though seldom now dare voice it to my face. Yet, even in bleak moments you reach for life. I have seen you profess (most fervently mind you) a desire to fade, and in the next moment savagely tear through bread with your teeth. ‘Mandos take me’ you say with one breath, and the next take up your pen to struggle through a pageful of shaky tengwar, clucking in frustration that they come not smoothly as they used (yet you do not give up!).

Can’t you see? You never stop reaching.

Will it or not, life buried talons deep in your soul. And cousin, you were made to soar.