Port of Dar

[Maedion]

If he had not known what Maglors first remark had meant, he would have guessed by the tone, and his face hardened.
" Lord Saeren taught me everything I know, in every way, I have seen wonders, so much of the world, and all the while , util Sauron was destroyed, he had to suffer under him, do not disprespect him to me, lord Maglor! " he then shook his head and sent out a harsh breath. " You raped her then. No wonder she never told me. " Swinging away, he laid a palm against the cool marble wall. " Why did he bring you here? "

[Maglor]

Shame pierced him, although seeing Cerridwen again, in Imladris, he had come to realise she was made of sterner - and stranger - stuff than most women he had known. As Saerens sister, she surely could have stopped him, she had not, she showed no embaressment, no shrinking, no shying away from him, in fact, quite the opposite, there was a wild and dark hunger in her which touched his own fires.
" You think I would not have come alone, had I known? " He demanded. " Aye, I took her by force, " And , he thought, I was shown full measure, and brimming over, exactly what that felt like. " But she loves you, " Valar, what a miserable jest, that his own son had been here all the time, as close as a son to the one Maglor loathed above all others!

[Maedion]

Maedions closed expression softened slightly. '' I had not seen her in a long time. She was a good mother, always I wondered why she sought to persuade me to leave Middle Earth, we were close, she never sought to tie me to her apron strings, yet she worried, I saw it in her eyes. At the end, - like all men wanting peace not tears - I agreed to leave , but I did not. Saeren found me and offered me another life. Whatever you may think of him - and I ask you not to slander him in my presence! - he has ensured I learned all I could, he guided my steps even from afar, history, languages, metalwork, masonry, weapon-skills, music, I have always lived more richly than any mortal King. And he protected me from Saurons eyes, it took me a while to realize that, but he did so, at what cost I know not. ''

[Maglor]

'' How... strange that he should be your protector, '' Maglor dropped the last word like three dry bones. His face was hard and pale as marble , as he began to speak, in a voice that could weave such magic, but with no hint of self pity, as if he recounted an old, old tale.
'' I wandered strange coasts, for long after I saw the last of my brothers die, and myself cast the Silmaril which burned me into the ocean. Years seemed to pass like a storm of blown leaves in the autumn, scattering behind me, and fading, meaning nothing, I believed even Eru himself had forgotten me. But there was one who did not.
Sauron found me, sent his servants to waylay me, and took me to Barad Dur. There he spent years trying to break me, while the armies of the Last Alliance gathered outside the Morannon, on Dagorlad, the hard Battle Plain, '' A shadow of pain crossed his face like a cloud passing over white stone. '' But other matters became more urgent than that, and he left me. He gave me to Saeren. ''

[Maedion]

There was a long moment of silence, as two pairs of burning silver eyes locked on one another, then it was shattered, as the wine flagon hit the marble wall and itself shattered, scattering shards of porcelain and liquid in a peppering spray .
'' Holy Eru, '' Maedions voice was a choked gasp, his long legs took two strides forwards and he griped his father arms, looking into his eyes as if to read a lie, any falsehood, and could not. Those eyes still held the glow of the Light of Aman. Thoughts plunged like wild horses through his mind, and he panted as if he was coming out of a long dive.
'' Why...? Ai, no Saeren.... why? ''

[Saeren]

I saved him, Maedion, Came Saerens voice, into both their minds. He cannot deny that, he cannot deny anything, although he always will, ... until I bring him to the point. Had Sauron enough time then, he would have destroyed him, handing him over to me was when his luck turned.

[Maglor]

Maglors head came up, '' Next you will say you were sent by the Valar to save my life! '' he snarled, '' How can I look my own son in the face, and be here, and with you, and abide you when you...'' he choked on the words, they stuck like jewels in his throat and he almost gagged. '' Maedion... '' he found his sons name admidst the rubble of unspoken words. '' Come with me, come! We can make another life, a better one! '' He reached out.

[Maedion]

Maedions face was still, as if Saerens words, Maglors, had snatched , in their passing, all expression. Gods.... you saved him? What did you...? How? Memories coursed through him, his own loyalty set so much in stone it would take an earthquake greater than this to dislodge them.
'' Lord Maglor... this is where I belong. I ... I cannot! '' He did moved then, he took his fathers lean, strong, hand, between his. '' You do not understand, ''

[Maglor]

Maglors fingers were incredibly strong, his eyes seemed filed with twin fires of white hot rage, '' I understand far more than you think, '' his voice lashed like a whip. '' How could I not? he is not your father, I am, he cultivates such a manner, such urbane sophistication, such high-bred culture, a warrior - and a killer, and one who corrupts far more than Sauron ever did, in different ways, - has he already corrupted you? My son? ''

[Maedion]

'' Corrupted me? '' High flags of colour flew on his cheeks, '' I swore an oath of allegiance to him, long ago, at the beginning of the Second Age, after all he has done for me, I will not turn my back on him, lord Maglor. I cannot! You must understand that, after the oath that you swore! ''

[Maglor]

Maglor groaned, thrusting his hands back into his mane of hair, '' valar yes, I know all about oaths, '' he said bitterly. '' if only I had known, '' he breathed, '' of you, of your mother...''

[Maedion]

'' Or if only you had not taken her by force? '' Maedion asked, his voice light, his eyes hard. '' And what possesed you to go out and hal kill those soldiers? They are not yours to so use! ''

[Maglor]

Maglors face became hard as marble '' Then they should have been better, '' he said and shut his teeth with a snap, and turned away from his son.