*gets hands on CSP, first art is russingon* partially inspired by this scene:So Maeglin pushes back
*gets hands on CSP, first art is russingon* partially inspired by this scene:So Maeglin pushes back his chair with his heart in his throat and joins the others at the gate, not knowing what he expects to see.Prince Fingon hasn’t even dismounted yet. He rode alone into the courtyard, a single elf upon a single horse, and he has no eyes for all those who have come to greet him save only one person.Maedhros is holding his horse by the bridle while Fingon leans down, cups Maedhros’ scarred face, and beams with the brightness of rare winter sun against snow. Oh , thinks Maeglin, struck dumb, and drops his eyes in embarassment. Suddenly a great deal of comments, and jokes, and long, fond ramblings from his lord fall into place.from Dorkangel’s The House of his Enemies and the Slayers of his Kin(partially because I drew most of it before double checking the details, and thus things do not quite match)(but as always pls check it out I love this fic) -- source link
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