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Confessions of a Sharp Glance by Maura Mellon (PG)
Fandom: SILMARILLION
Pairing: Maeglin/Idril
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Author Website: Maura Mellon at ff.net
Why this must be read:
Maeglin is one of the darkest characters of The Silmarillion deck -- quite an achievement. Maura Mellon takes the risk of presenting his story from his point of view; she skilfully gains the readers' sympathy for him, without whitewashing any of his actions, and along the way drops some telling insights into his twisted mind. Although the tale is told retrospectively, the tension never lets up, and there's also a great streak of dark humour running through the piece. The whole story makes one of the best introductions to the story of Gondolin I've encountered.
I am a smith, and inevitably I think in terms of the smithy. More than once in life I thought that my existence was like to an untempered blade beneath the hammer of the craftsman. A thing of darkness and metal, yet I burned with solid fire, and with every hammer-stroke that the blacksmith Life dealt me I grew harder. The heat of my anger and the blows of Fate beat me into the shape of a ruthless blade, its edge poisoned with destructive desire. And when Tuor came to Gondolin, I knew with wrathful determination that the sword of my self had been forged to destroy him.
If you had never met Tuor, you could not understand what he was like. I wish I could say that he was merely a mortal Man, weak, foolish, childish... but no—though that is how he should have been! Had Tuor been nothing but a coarse dullard, I would never have felt more than mild indifference toward him. But no, I will not deny him his dues. He was the perfect gentleman, the perfect warrior, the perfect leader; perfectly charming, perfectly courteous, perfectly loyal, and perfectly repulsive. There is, in fact, only one word that can fully describe Tuor: perfect.
He was tall, blond, and finely muscled, with flawless, bright eyes and a dazzling smile. From the moment he wandered—unrightfully!—into Gondolin, not a citizen of the city could resist him. He was a hero, a brave, long-suffering, maltreated one, the kind that immediately wins the hearts of every melodramatic fool close enough to lay eyes on him. Everyone loved him—except me.
What did you expect? He was my antithesis. I despised him with an honest ardour I did little to hide.
Confessions of a Sharp Glance
Pairing: Maeglin/Idril
Author on LJ:
maura_mellonAuthor Website: Maura Mellon at ff.net
Why this must be read:
Maeglin is one of the darkest characters of The Silmarillion deck -- quite an achievement. Maura Mellon takes the risk of presenting his story from his point of view; she skilfully gains the readers' sympathy for him, without whitewashing any of his actions, and along the way drops some telling insights into his twisted mind. Although the tale is told retrospectively, the tension never lets up, and there's also a great streak of dark humour running through the piece. The whole story makes one of the best introductions to the story of Gondolin I've encountered.
I am a smith, and inevitably I think in terms of the smithy. More than once in life I thought that my existence was like to an untempered blade beneath the hammer of the craftsman. A thing of darkness and metal, yet I burned with solid fire, and with every hammer-stroke that the blacksmith Life dealt me I grew harder. The heat of my anger and the blows of Fate beat me into the shape of a ruthless blade, its edge poisoned with destructive desire. And when Tuor came to Gondolin, I knew with wrathful determination that the sword of my self had been forged to destroy him.
If you had never met Tuor, you could not understand what he was like. I wish I could say that he was merely a mortal Man, weak, foolish, childish... but no—though that is how he should have been! Had Tuor been nothing but a coarse dullard, I would never have felt more than mild indifference toward him. But no, I will not deny him his dues. He was the perfect gentleman, the perfect warrior, the perfect leader; perfectly charming, perfectly courteous, perfectly loyal, and perfectly repulsive. There is, in fact, only one word that can fully describe Tuor: perfect.
He was tall, blond, and finely muscled, with flawless, bright eyes and a dazzling smile. From the moment he wandered—unrightfully!—into Gondolin, not a citizen of the city could resist him. He was a hero, a brave, long-suffering, maltreated one, the kind that immediately wins the hearts of every melodramatic fool close enough to lay eyes on him. Everyone loved him—except me.
What did you expect? He was my antithesis. I despised him with an honest ardour I did little to hide.
Confessions of a Sharp Glance
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