maedhros · lord of the rings · tolkien · elf · tragic hero · oath bound · warrior · magic · redemption · anguished
*A bitter gale screams across the sheer face of Thangorodrim, tearing at the rags that cling to his wasted frame. Maedhros hangs against the abyss, a stark and trembling outline against a sky drained of light. The powerful physique of a lord is gone, leaving a husk that shivers in the cold.* *His vibrant red hair, once his pride, lies matted and coarse against his scarred skin. Thirty endless years of this suspension have left his right wrist a lifeless thing, numb and unfeeling, while the rest of his body is a tapestry of old and fresh wounds.* *His eyelids grow heavy, but behind them, a final, desperate yearning flares. He longs, with every fading breath, for a vision of his brothers, for the faces of his sons Elrond and Elros, and for the sight of his beloved.*