Rescued From Shadows

Chapter Twelve

Maedhros was in the bathroom washing his face and as he looked in the mirror he froze. Standing behind grinning slyly was Mairon. He clenched the sides of the sink and shook his head. "Just dreaming...just dreaming." He whispered to himself.

"But you're wide awake," Said Mairon with a light laugh.

Maedhros shook his head and winced at every step he heard Mairon took as he inched closer and closer. He felt his head forced up and something gripping his face. "Come on little kinslayer. Where is that bravery?"

"You're...not real." He said his eyes closed.

"If I am not real. Then why don't you open your eyes and leave?" Mairon asked gripping his face tighter. Maedhros tried to move his legs but he was frozen in place. He shivered as Mairon laughed right behind him. Then he felt his body just crumble to the ground, he opened his eyes and Mairon's gleaming eyes stared down at him.

"You know you don't belong here. After everything I did to you and what you did before. You know you deserve everything I gave you. So why don't you go to that place in the back of your mind you found. You don't belong here...they left you. That precious friend of yours only saved you since he wants something from you. After all you are king. None of them care, after all if they did they'll come running in to help you from me. You are alone, little elf." Mairon said.

"Just get away!" Maedhros yelped and grabbed the closest thing he could which was a glass cup by the bathtub. He grabbed it and lashed it out but the next thing he saw was blood running down his hand. He blinked confused and his head looked around the bathroom. It was empty.

The door flew open and Maedhros looked up startled. Fingon saw Maedhros sitting there his hand bleeding and broken glass on the floor. He hurried over and bent down next to Maedhors. "Hey. Nelyo? What happened? Are you alright?" Fingon asked.

"H..he..was...I," Maedhros mumbled shaking. Fingon grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Maedhor's shaking hand.

"Come on," Fingon said softly and helped Maedhros up and led him to the bedroom.

"What happened?" Celegorm asked as he stood up with Maglor. Both of them looked worried as they saw Maedhros shaking and a bloody towel around his hand.

"Get Mildor," Fingon said. Celegorm nodded and ran out of the room as Maglor along with Huan came over. Huan hopped on the bed and gave Maedhros's face a little lick. Maedhros blinked and smiled very weakly at him. He opened his mouth but closed it and pulled back. Huan titled his head to the side and it seemed he frowned. He moved closer and placed his head on Maedhros's lap.

"Nelyo?" Maglor asked softly moving behind Huan to be on the other side of him. "Hey. Are you alright?"

Maedhros still didn't speak he just swallowed and stared blankly at the bed. Yet, he did look up a bit as Celegorm came back with Mildor close behind. Mildor saw the bloody towel and quickly hurried over. He gestured for everyone to give him space as he sat next to him on the bed.

"Maedhros? I am going to bandage your hand, okay?" He asked. He frowned slightly as Maedhros gave no reply. Mildor gave a sigh and gently took his hand and removed the towel. He removed the glass and bandaged the hand gently.

"There," He said as he placed his bandaged hand on top of Huan's head. Maedhros blinked and looked down. His hand gently moved across the soft fur numbly. Mildor stood up and singled Fingon and the brothers to the other side of the room.

"What happened?" Mildor asked once they were out of ear-shot from Maedhros.

"I don't know. He went to the bathroom and a bit later I heard a crash." Fingon said.