Maedhros pressed his fingers tightly against the Silmaril
It flared into white flame at once
There was no way to escape the blinding light
As he so held it, he became aware of a fierce sensation searing his hand
His flesh was burning
Deep down, he could feel pain
As he looked about him, his eyes chanced upon Maglor
The Trees of Valinor flooded back to him
He remembered the days of families close together
The memories he so cherished must not perish
Withdrawal of blood now made him shiver
His heart thumped below the surface of his chest
Alas! He could endure no more
He wished to stand stable no longer
His shivering frame let him fall too far
Into the blazing ruins of a deep gorge
In spite of the tenseness of his effort
He hopelessly failed
And thus ended Maitimo Russandol Nelyafinwë
Eldest son of Fëanor
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Drowning in Fire
PoetryA short free verse poem about the tragic death of Maedhros. The loss of his life brings an end to another Silmaril, one of three jewels that he, his father, and brothers swore to take back from the evil Dark Lord Morgoth. This was originally a found...
