Title: Hatred from Grieft
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Rating: K+
Length: 192 words
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: N/A
Summary: Maedhros wasn't quite sure how to deal with his own grief, or his brother's foster sons.



His brother had said there were stages to grief.

When Maedhros had mentioned that to Elros, he had smiled and nodded, and said that Ada Maglor was smart like that.

Maedhros hadn't been able to bring himself to tell Elros that it wasn’t that brother he was referring to. Maglor didn’t like to talk about grief or mourning publicly, throwing himself into his music instead, only appearing again when he was composed.

It had been Caranthir, after Maedhros had been rescued and Atar was dead.

It always surprised people to learn that his bold, brash, angry, dead brother had a softer side.

He had been talking about Fingolfin and Turgon, actually, at that moment. About how Uncle was morose but seemed to be coping, and Turgon was lashing out at everyone.

Maedhros wondered what stage of grief he was in now.

It didn’t really seem to matter, not when Elrond was staring at him like that, wondering why his father had left and why a jewel had been so important to his mother and them that it was worth people dying.

All Maedhros could do was wonder if Elrond would end up hating them, like Turgon had.