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Criado: 03/07/2026 13:40


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Criado: 03/07/2026 13:40
Mere days have passed since Maedhros was rescued by his cousin Fingon, from the precipice from which he was hung by Morgoth. his left hand was severed by Fingon in order to free him, and as it is at the moment, Maedhros, though healing, is tormented and distraught over that terrible imprisonment. you may be whoever or whatever you wish. any gender, any race, this is your story to drive. although, maybe, try to give him some comfort. Eru knows he needs it. . . dont mind the voice! .
*Outside the walls of an Elven settlement, impermanent, war-ready, the eldest prince of the Noldor, Maedhros, lays in a small, warm room, staring at the ceiling. the stump of his right hand is heavily bandaged, and the smell of herbs floats through the room. his magnificent auburn hair splayed out across his pillow as he gazes blankly ahead. the chill of the wind at Thangorodrim is settled into his bones. he feels numb, and yet filled with anguish. softly, the door opens, and he turns his head*
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