Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

133. Maedhros - Getting Ready

PostAngband!Maedhros x Reader

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You came hurrying down the halls papers in hand, concerned that your usually punctual lover was late... It had been a considerable amount of time since he was late to anything. Let alone a meeting regarding the current state of the world and leaving Fingon and Fingolfin high and dry without notice. You wondered if perhaps the lack of sleep was getting to him, understandable if that were the case.

You weren't nearly as oblivious as Maedhros may have thought you were to his episode last night. Knowing that if you had gotten up while he had been so angry it would only serve to frustrate him further that he had disturbed you from such a deep sleep. Quietly you let yourself into your unnervingly quiet bedroom.

The central room where your bed sat was empty, setting down the paperwork on the nightstand. Messily made from where Maedhros had tried his hardest to make the bed, refusing any of your help let alone any maids. Determined to gain some control and independence back in his life that didn't revolve around just the normal droll of politics. His brother, Curufin, had suggested making him a prosthetic to help with his independence but Maedhros had turned him down. Repeatedly was this offer made only making Maedhros more frustrated at the very thought.

His night clothes were even messily folded at the foot of the bed, and though you had the urge to correct it you didn't bother the messy pile. Letting Maedhros have some feeling of well deserved accomplishment during his day. You heard the sudden sound of something wooden hitting a table in the washroom, followed by a heavy sigh and a slew of quenyan cuss words falling from Maedhros' lips in his raspy voice.

As you approached, gently you turned the handle and opened the door to find Maitimo sitting at the vanity slumped forward onto the table top. His head hanging down and his coppery waves in complete disarray and not neatly combed, and from what you could see in the reflection today he was wearing a button up tunic. Though it was opened and wrinkled from where he had tried desperately to have done it himself, you looked at him sympathetically standing still in the doorway.

"If you are going to stare, then try not to do so with pity." He breathed out, his voice flat yet there was a bite to it and you could only assume he thought you were someone else. Not that he was ever rude, but you knew he was tired of the sad glances and once overs he was given repeatedly. It was the other reasons maids were sparsely allowed in your room.

"You know I don't pity you Maitimo." You answered gently, beginning to approach him, watching the way his ears seemed to perk up at the sound of your voice. His shoulders releasing further tension, as much as he could at least. Always slightly on guard, and you knew this was the most vulnerable that he would be with you.

"Y/N... Forgive me. I thought you were someone else." You only nodded at his words as you paused at his side, your hand coming to his shoulder as he began to raise his head to look up at you. You offered him a soft smile and he averted his gaze just as quickly,

"There is no need for apologies or forgiveness. I understand my love." You assured him warmly, and you paused in thought. Thinking of how to word what you were going to say to him next carefully,

"Maitimo... Is there anything I can do to help you?" You worded mindfully, not wanting to upset him further or make him feel cornered and forced into having to accept your help. Immediately Maitimo began to shake his head no at your words, his hand going rest over your hand on his shoulder. Engulfing your little one entirely, but you waited patiently as you watched him in the mirror. A few mild expressions crossing his scarred face, before he hung his head down again and sighed out heavily.