Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian ✧ Russandol (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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the_central_library2015-12-02 02:53 am
castintoflames) wrote in the_central_library2015-12-02 02:53 am
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(Out of habit, Maedhros awakens with his sword drawn and his eyes wide open - wary. The words echo in his ears and he scowls. Save who? No one can be saved by him and he knows better than to try.
It all turns to ash.
His blade glints, held steadily in his left hand.)
Whoever may be watching; whoever may hear my voice, I cannot save you. I cannot even save myself.
(His tone is low and rough.)
Leave me be. Let me travel to the Halls of Mandos.
It all turns to ash.
His blade glints, held steadily in his left hand.)
Whoever may be watching; whoever may hear my voice, I cannot save you. I cannot even save myself.
(His tone is low and rough.)
Leave me be. Let me travel to the Halls of Mandos.