Nasyalossë by Lovimmy3365
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Crossposted by me on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/86267856. If you see it posted on any other site it is not by me (excepting my tumblr).
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Summary:
Erestor lay up against a tree, brown washed to black in the wet of the snow. The black disc of the new moon sailed across the dark sky. Erestor wished it were gone. He had no need to look into dark eyes any longer.
He was dying.
(AKA Erestor unwittingly travels back in time to the days between the Dagor Bragollach and the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, meets the sons of Feanor, Thingol and his ilk, many Laiquendi, many Dwarves, and Men besides, and THEN decides to solve the drowning of Beleriand himself. This has nothing to do with his personal problems. Nope. Not at all. Erestor is having regular feelings.)
Major Characters: Erestor, Maedhros, Maglor
Major Relationships: Erestor & Maedhros, Erestor & Maglor
Genre: Alternate Universe
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Rating: Adult
Warnings: Mature Themes
Chapters: 4 Word Count: 14, 841 Posted on Updated on This fanwork is a work in progress.
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Table of Contents
Erestor battles at the gates of Imlardis. He is fairly sure he will not survive.
"Perhaps we may find them among the people of Himring, friend. You look wearied. What are you called?"
"There are other things of importance," Erestor said, "such as destroying the Foul One, but I shall tell it to you on one condition: give to me your own, otherwise it shall not be a fair exchange."
"You cannot tell?"
Erestor gave him a flat look, the withering one that deflated so many egos in Imladris. "If I could but see past the lifeblood draining from my eyes, I should look upon your visage and guess."
Erestor, to his surprise, wakes up.
Maedhros came to his brother's door. He automatically brought up his hand to knock, but hesitated. The fire crackled in the sconces for a moment, coloring the air with their dull orange hue. He listened past the fire, trying to hear if Maglor was awake. Nothing. He held his breath and entered the room, wincing as the door creaked. Maglor lay open-eyed in his bed.
Maedhros cleared his throat. "I brought lunch."
There was silence for a long moment.
"It's just some stew and bread, but—"
"I am not hungry," Maglor said.
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