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Maglor had Treelight in his eyes, this Maedhros knew well. His own reflected said light, burning bright and formidable. Even the Dark Vala Morgoth had not been able to dim his gleam, though he had certainly tried.
But Maglor’s shine was different. It was the innocence of their childhood, the warmth of their parent’s love, the power of his Voice, and the sharp white of their conviction. His gaze carried the history of the Noldor, all the way back to Aman.
When Maglor looked upon him, Maedhros felt purified. That shining stare cleaved straight through his body, illuminated his fȅar, and cleansed his wounds with its radiance.
He lay back upon the feather bed, red hair spread across blue sheets, limbs fully stretched towards the canopy posts. Above him, Maglor moved with grace, rising and falling against him, joining their bodies as their fȅar sang together. His eyes shone brighter than the Arda Sun as they locked upon his brother’s face.
Maedhros closed his eyes and basked in the warmth, imagining a serene summer beach back in Alqualondȅ where they had laid next to the surf and soaked in the Treelight.