The Noldor never give up!

I am learning swordsmanship with my brother.

Of course, I prefer daggers, which are more close-range weapons, than swords, and I am more petite and flexible than an adult elf, so daggers are more suitable for me - but my father said he would give me a sword! Of course I have to warm up first!

Maedhros is good at swordsmanship, but he is too tall and his style is not suitable for me - it doesn't matter, I just need to learn the basics now, and it is more than enough to teach me the basics.

Maedhros asked me to fight him once. I had never used a sword before, and my attack method was very wild. I relied on intuition to drive my attack and defense. I used the sword as a longer dagger.

The direction of my attack was very strange and tricky, but Maedhros was an adult Fenorian after all, and he easily blocked my attack, but I could see the surprise on his face.

"The consciousness is good." Maedhros said, "But being too casual will lead to many flaws...Okay, let's start by correcting the gestures."

"A little lower on the wrist, yes, that's it."

Maedhros looked at me critically and took my wrist with his right hand.

It was originally a very ordinary contact, but in my eyes, the moment Maedhros' hand touched mine, a scene flashed back before my eyes - no more.

Maedhros's right hand was filled with horrific scars and blood, and below the wrist... there was nothing.

And then he burned, burned, burned.

What does that mean?

My mind went blank for a moment, until my mind came back and forced me to scream, and the sword in my hand fell to the ground, as if the sword was the murder weapon.

"Miku!?"

The sudden bloody scene put me into a huge panic, and my eyes were filled with tears - I didn't feel fear when fighting the Wolf King, and I didn't feel bloody when killing prey, but this was different.

Maedhros is so tall, not just in terms of height - he, he is so reliable, nothing can stop him, he will tolerate my excesses, he can comfort his restless brothers, he can withstand his father's anger... I always thought that he could survive even if the worst happened, so I grew up unbridled and savagely, but at this moment I had never realized so clearly - he would be hurt... he would be tortured.

This is more terrifying than death.

I curled up tightly and trembled in pain, as if Maedhros's wounds in my hallucinations had come to me. This was more painful than a wolf claw piercing my forehead.

"Miku!?" Maedhros' anxious voice echoed in my ears, overlapping with Maedhros's wailing in the hallucination, making it impossible for me to distinguish between reality and hallucination.

...Maybe it was not an illusion, but a foresight.

Come on.

I gritted my teeth and couldn't make a sound because of the pain, and subconsciously called for another me. I was so insecure, I needed a hug, I, I needed comfort.

Although Maedhros didn't know what happened, my pain was obvious, and I fell into confusion and panic for a moment - I had never been so out of control, and in Valinor, I never learned what fear was.

There was only a moment of confusion and panic, and he made the right decision - he hugged me.

I calmed down a little, but I was still frightened. His red hair was scattered around me, covering me like a curtain. In the small space of his body structure, I could only hug him tightly. The next method In seconds he disappeared like a hallucination.

Yes, the hallucination disappeared. The last hallucination was the tragic death of Maedhros. I still felt severe pain - a few of my fingernails were blown off by me and they looked bloody. My palms were also bruised by my own pressure. green.

"Don't go..." My tears moistened Maedhros's shoulders, "nelyo..."

I rarely cry. Unless I make a big mistake, I will squeeze out a few pitiful tears to soften my father and brother. I know they will follow this trick, and then they will indulge me and let me go. That doesn't count as crying. It's just a little trick for fun. My father and brother and I both know that those tears are sweet.

This time is different. For the first time, I know how bitter the tears caused by pain are, as if they have filled up a missing corner of me, but I would rather I had never been complete.

Maedhros comforted me gently in my ear. His voice was not as sweet as Maglor, but it could bring me an unparalleled sense of security.

This sense of security enveloped my body like warm water. My chilly body gradually warmed up. I calmed down and my body stopped shaking.

After calming down, I stopped calling Meccano. Fortunately, Meccano was not affected by the hallucination and could still act rationally, so he did not come over. After all, not only would he not be helpful, but he would also be in the way. After all, he was Fingolfin's son.

After a few breaths, I raised my head, my eyes still red, and choked with sobs.

"I saw you die."

Maedhros suddenly realized that the shadow that the light of Valinor could not dispel finally fell on me, and I learned to fear.

My childhood is over.

Maedhros held my hand, and I held it tightly, fearing that he would vanish like smoke.

When I saw the reassuring tall figure of Fëanor, grievances, fears, and fears surged out of my head. In the end, I couldn't help but shed tears. Like a lost bird finally returning to its nest, I howled in Fëanor's arms. Cry loudly.

Fëanor saw sadness in his eldest son's eyes and pain in his youngest daughter. Although he didn't know what happened, he still became angry at the unknown enemy. Who dared to provoke a Fenorian in Valinor? ! ?

I don’t know how long it took, but my shaking body finally calmed down. My eyes were sore and painful. I even felt more uncomfortable than the worst injury I had suffered while hunting.

"What happened?" Fëanor tried to soften his tone, but both Maedhros and I could feel the storm beneath his calm tone.

"When I was practicing sword practice, I saw, saw Maedhros's hallucination." I tried to be serious, but desperately found that I couldn't stop crying, so I could only try my best to describe the hallucination I saw.

Scars and blood, the missing right hand, blazing flames, and tragic death.

Maedhros' face was pale, as if he was frightened. Feanor looked deeply at his eldest son, as if he could not imagine that mutilation and death would happen to his eldest son.

It’s not that there were no predictions in Valinor, it’s just that the language of those prophets was specious, like a mist. We only knew that it was a prophecy, but no one knew what it specifically meant.

But I was different. The scenes I saw were so real and vivid, so specific that I hated this specificity.

Maedhros felt a bit of joy in his sorrow - Miku was too independent, her ego could not be restrained, and her eyes were always looking into the distance, so that several times it occurred to him that Miku didn't care about her family at all. idea.

Then he thought sadly that although he knew that his family was so important in Miku's heart, he would rather never know it and let Miku still not know what fear is.