Title: Birth of a Star - Prologue 
Author: Siobhan (celtic_guardian_gurly@hotmail.com) 
Pairings: Maedhros/Fingon 
Rating: NC-17
Warning: M-preg. 
Summary: A very alternative look at the birth of Gil-galad, and the truth hidden behind it. 
*M-Preg, Maedhros/Fingon* Prologue - A reunion between lovers invokes the throes of 
passion. 
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story (unless stated), they are 
property of JRR Tolkien and I gain no profit from writing this.
Claimer: That cute little servant elf Laitainon is mine! All mine! *hugs him to mush*
Author's Notes: Thanks to Aduial for beta-reading, I’m glad someone could comprehend 
my late-night writing!  Also, a warning that I use British spelling .
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Prologue 

First Age, 1444, Maedhros’ fortress in Himring 


Dusky-brown locks spilled over a pair of shoulders, keen eyes fixating upon his prey as 
he stealthily snuck closer. His feather-like steps were soundless upon the floor as a grin 
spread across a finely-sculpted face.

‘Almost there,’ he thought, as his silent form closed the gap between him and the elf sat 
on a chair by a table, who was carefully concentrating on a parchment. 
In a flurry of dark chocolate tresses and a playful cry of war, Fingon pounced upon his 
target, fingers meeting ribs and tickling them mercilessly as both of their bodies were 
propelled onto the floor and landed with an audible thud.

“Fin…de…káno…!” his victim gasped between fits of laughter, whilst struggling to 
break free without any luck. “S…stop…!”

“Oh but Maitimo, you look so cute and helpless,” Fingon grinned as he continued his 
assault, watching as the other continued to squirm and laugh uncontrollably, his long 
shimmering copper locks spread out on the floor in wavy rivulets. “Besides, you don’t 
laugh enough anymore.”

The eldest son of Fingolfin, after a few more seconds of merciless torture, finally relented 
and sat back astride the eldest son of Fëanor with a smug smile. After levelling his ragged 
breathing, Maedhros narrowed his eyes and glared mockingly at the elf sat upon him. 
“Let me get up now,” the redhead demanded, the floor feeling somewhat uncomfortable 
against his back as he lay frowning up at Fingon who only grinned playfully in return.
  
“I’m awfully comfortable here, Russandol.” Fingon said, leaning forward and pressing 
his lips against Maedhros’. The dark-haired elf extended a hand and slid it up the 
redhead’s cheek before entwining long, slender fingers into waves of fiery locks, as the 
other wrapped his arms around Fingon’s neck. Maedhros let out a sigh as Fingon slipped 
his tongue into his willing mouth, the fingers of his left hand clutching at the dark-haired 
elf’s tunic whilst his stumped right arm rested against the other’s back.

“Well,” Fingon commented as they broke their kiss for air, “someone’s feeling unusually 
submissive… what are you plotting?” 

The eldest son of Fëanor merely smiled softly in response.

Fingolfin’s son gazed down at his lover lying beneath him.  Upon admiring his 
stunningly sculpted and slightly flushed features, his glimmering green eyes and the halo 
of copper tresses, Fingon’s sapphire eyes darkened with lust. Maedhros twisted his head 
to the right and sighed contentedly as Fingon’s lips brushed along the exposed side of his 
neck, placing a line of butterfly kisses up the curved flesh and along the other’s jawbone. 
Calloused fingers brushed back strands of red and a warm, moist tongue flicked across a 
pointed ear, eliciting a gentle moan from Maedhros.

Fingon smiled as he nuzzled the elegant neck, feeling the rise and fall of the other’s chest 
as the arms around him tightened, bringing their clothed bodies closer together. “I’ve 
missed you,” Maedhros said, his breath softly hitting the side of Fingon’s face and 
sending a shiver down his spine.  

After a few moments, Maedhros’ hold slackened and Fingon slowly pulled away, placing 
a faint kiss upon the redhead’s brow before rising to his feet  and helping his lover up, 
gazing at him adoringly.
“As have I,” Fingon responded, pulling Maedhros against him with one single, gentle tug.

“Findekáno…” Maedhros sighed as the dark-haired elf slid his hands under the material 
of his top, running his fingertips over defined muscles and smooth, ageless skin.

Maedhros slid his left hand into Fingon’s chocolate silken locks and he let out a soft 
moan as the dark-haired elf moved one hand to rest at the small his back whilst the other 
moved up his firm torso and gently teased a rosy nipple, rubbing and pinching it with 
feather-like touches before removing his hands from under the shirt, much to Maedhros’ 
annoyance.

Fingon saved his lover the trouble of having to fumble with his only hand by quickly 
ridding Maedhros of his top, discarding it carelessly on the floor. He then brought his 
luscious lips to warm flesh and letting his tongue and mouth lead a trail down the 
redhead’s lithe chest, pausing at the other nipple, taking it between his teeth and running 
his tongue over and sucking upon it, gaining another moan from Maedhros before 
moving down the red-haired elf’s torso.

“Aiya, you’re such a tease,” the son of Fëanor gasped as Fingon’s tongue slid down his 
stomach tantalisingly.

“If you say so, Maitimo,” Fingon said, his breath beating upon Maedhros’ slender 
stomach, while moving his hands to begin unlacing the trousers veiling his lover’s body.   

Abruptly, a gentle rapping was picked up by acute elven hearing, and both sets of eyes, 
green and blue, averted to the door.  “My Lord?” a young voice called.

Maedhros let out a sigh and used his left hand to help his lover to his feet, before walking 
over to the door and opening it, revealing an ash-brown-haired serving elf clasping a 
parchment in his hands. A blush formed on his cheeks as he averted his grey-blue eyes 
from his Lord.
“Laitainon.” Maedhros said in greeting, his tone making his impatience clear.
 The young elf was visibly uncomfortable as he began to explain. “A messenger from the 
East plains of Beleriand has just arrived, bearing this.” He held out his burden.

Maedhros took the message from Laitainon and dismissed him with a gesture of his hand.  
He turned round as he glanced at the seal, before striding over and placing it on the table 
he had been working at earlier. “It’s from Ambarussa,” he said when he caught his 
lover’s curious look as they turned to each other.

“Do you think it’s something serious?” Fingon questioned, furrowing his brow.
Maedhros merely remained silent, and the eldest son of Fingolfin suddenly caught sight 
of a predatory glint in the darkened green orbs.
“Maitimo..?” he queried before, in a flurry of red rivulets, the distance between the pair 
was closed; Fingon was pounced on and knocked to the floor, becoming firmly pinned by 
the feisty predator that now straddled his stomach.

“I will be concerned with it later, but for now I have other things in mind, Findekáno…” 
Maedhros practically purred in response, eyeing his lover hungrily. 
Fingon let out a groan as Maedhros shifted his position, and slid back, creating a taunting 
friction between their bodies before the redhead draped forwards, kissing Fingon 
passionately. He then pulled back slightly and smirked as his hand brushed past his 
lover’s concealed arousal, causing the dark-haired elf to moan and arch his back slightly.

Maedhros flicked out his tongue against one of Fingon’s ears, before whispering into it. 
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” He nipped on a pointed ear, gaining a sharp gasp 
from the dark-haired elf, sitting back up having done so.

The red-haired elf quickly moved off of his seat on his lover’s hips, using his only hand 
to tug at his lover’s tunic impatiently as Fingon sat up.  He pushed Maedhros’ hand away 
as he rose to his feet and disposed himself of his clothes, before pulling his lover to his 
feet and disposing him of the remainder of his clothing.

Maedhros wasted no time in pulling Fingon into a searing kiss, their tongues entwining as 
their naked bodies pressed against and held each other, sending shivers of pleasure 
coursing through both elves. When they broke their kiss, Maedhros bore his darkened 
green gaze into Fingon’s sapphire eyes. “Let me take you,” he said, his voice husky with 
desire.
“Of course,” Fingon replied as he nuzzled against Maedhros’ neck. “But should we not 
find a bed first?” he added, pulling back slightly.

Fingon let out a moan as the redhead ran a fingernail lightly along the length of his 
erection, before wrapping his whole hand around and stroking it, a smirk upon his finely 
sculpted face.  The dark-haired elf gasped as the pleasure from his lover’s hand caused 
his knees to tremble and give up, but Maedhros easily stopped him from falling and 
gently lowered him to the floor, before taking a seat between his lover’s legs. “I’m 
awfully comfortable here,” Maedhros purred in response, placing a kiss upon his lover’s 
brow as Fingon whimpered, desperate for the redhead’s touch.

Maedhros stretched out as far as possible to his left, and closed his hand around a small 
vial of oil that sat upon the tabletop he had previously been working upon, before righting 
himself back to his original position.

Fingon lifted his back and head slightly, moving his hands so one could pull the top off of 
the vial before he took it from Maedhros’ hand. He then poured some into his other hand, 
placing the vial down on the floor as far from them as his right arm could stretch to. He 
then shifted his position slightly and slowly coating his lover’s erect sex with his oiled 
hand, delighting in the moan Maedhros let out, before lying back , impatiently waiting for 
his lover to get into position.

Having done so, Maedhros let Fingon take his hand and coat three of his slender, 
calloused fingers in the oil, before sliding the appendage under his lover’s elevated hips.
Fingon let out a gasp as he felt a finger push into him, stretching him slightly before it 
was removed. Another finger was then added with the first, and soon a third. Fingon let 
out a moan as his prostate was brushed, and pushed back against the fingers, letting out a 
groan of protest as they were retracted.

After his lover had positioned himself at his entrance, Fingon’s darkened blue eyes 
locked with Maedhros’ green orbs, and he let his eyelids flutter shut in anticipation as the 
redhead’s erection pressed against his guardian ring before pushing through , sliding into 
his tight passage. 
Both elves felt their hearts flutter at the familiar yet missed sensation, momentarily 
pausing as Maedhros’ hardness was fully sheathed within Fingon.

“I love you more than life itself,” Maedhros breathed as Fingon’s arms reached out and 
his hands clenched in the long copper rivulets; the dark-haired elf was only able to groan 
in reply. 
A familiar, passionate rhythm came naturally to the pair as their smoldering gazes locked, 
the speed and intensity of Maedhros’ thrusts and Fingon’s rocking increasing as their 
cries of passion mingled together in a song of ecstasy.
Maedhros watched in awe as his flushed lover threw his head back as he was impaled one 
last time, crying out his lover’s name in pure bliss, soaring into orgasm as he came. He 
soon joined his lover, his seed spilling inside Fingon as he cried out to him with all his 
heart.

Both lovers lay there, limbs entwined, hair flowing together and their chests
rising and falling against each other with their heavy breathing, riding out the last of their 
blissful sensations for a few minutes, content without further movement or speech. It was 
a while after that before Maedhros finally pulled out of his love, pulling him into a 
bruising kiss before attempting to rise.
Fingon let out a groan of protest but allowed himself to be pulled to his feet before 
melting into the redhead’s arms. “You’re my very soul, Maitimo,” he finally said, 
breaking the comfortable silence.  
Maedhros smiled down at his lover, “As you are mine, Findekáno.”
  
 Fingon allowed himself to be ushered along, walking across the room and through a door 
that lead into a bedroom.  He then turned his sapphire gaze to where in the bedroom a 
doorway led to a private bath. “And the bed was just here,” he sighed, turning to face his 
lover. “But you couldn’t bear this distance?” he teased. “Ah well. Shall we go clean 
ourselves?”  

Maedhros’ eyes flashed mischievously, and in a few quick movements, he had lifted the 
dark-haired elf and made his way over to the bed, dropping Fingon upon it  before 
straddling his lover’s hips and pinning him down.

“Oh but my love,” he purred, rubbing against his lover and eliciting a moan from him, 
“I’m only just getting started. I have plans for you…”

“Aiya, Maitimo!” Fingon moaned in response, his lover’s wandering hand and warm 
tongue leading him into the throes of passion for the second, and far from last, time in the 
day.

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Name Translations 

Findekáno = Fingon
Maitimo = Maedhros
Russandol = Maedhros’ nickname
Ambarussa = Amrod and Amras