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Hit The Books

Author: Erulisse
Title: The Invisible Man
Rating: G
Theme: Hit The Books
Elements: Incorporate the title and books into the story
Beta: The Incomparable LC
Author’s Notes: Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sand box; I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
Summary: An exploration of the relationship between Maeglin and Idril.
Word Count: 451

The Invisible Man

She sits on the half-shaded bench, flowers from the vines trailing around her, closer and more intimate than I will ever be allowed. Her book lies forgotten in her lap, her gaze is directed outwards across the secluded valley.

As I grew older, my mother told me much of my Noldorin relations, and ever did I focus on the fell King, Turgon, and his only child, his daughter, Idril. But when I was finally allowed in to Gondolin and led to them, I was speechless. The reality of their visages superseded the tales of my mother even as sun supersedes moon.

Always I attempt to speak with her. Always I am given polite acknowledgement and surface compliments, yet her eyes do not rest upon me.

I look upon her, though, and I desire more. I want to hold her golden-haired ivory body close to mine, to join my lips to hers in passion, and to allow our bodies and fëar to become one. I have been told that I am pleasing to the eye, and indeed have had no difficulty in finding others who satisfy my needs for small periods of time. But I desire the sun, and nothing less will do.

I have tried to express my feelings. I have written her poetry; penned under the shining moon when comparing her to it’s silvery glow, or scribed under the blazing sun when I say that she is even more radiant than that golden orb. I have had songs composed for her, have commissioned books to be illuminated and adornments to be crafted for her, but all has been for naught.

She tells me that relations as close as we – cousins, yes, but with distance because of her mother and my father – are forbidden from bonding. I feel that is an excuse of convenience only. I have poured over the law books in the archives and have found nothing stating such.

Look - look you there, how the small songbirds gather around her for a caress and small morsels of food. Yet to me, so constant and yet invisible to her eyes, she casts nothing. No caress for Maeglin, indeed, no recognition at all. Yet in spite of this, I cannot turn myself away from her glow. Whether she acknowledges me or not, I cannot conceive of a life in which she is not my sun. I carry her image under the mountains with me, it illuminates the darkest mines and makes me search harder for that illusive stone that may make her smile and see me, for once. I cannot give up the hope that someday I will be visible to her and that she will then become my own.


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 16th, 2011 09:08 pm (UTC)
Oh my...I kinda feel sorry for him now! Very nice writing style here.
Sep. 16th, 2011 10:45 pm (UTC)
Don't feel too sorry for him :-) He is totally calculating and doing what he feels will have the desired result without any care for her opinions or feelings. His desire will lead to the destruction of her city, the death of her father, and he will become one of the great villains of Tolkien's masterpiece.

- Erulisse (one L)
Sep. 16th, 2011 09:43 pm (UTC)
What a poignant tale. *sniff*
Sep. 16th, 2011 10:46 pm (UTC)
Thanks, shirebound. He didn't come across nearly as evil as he truly is. I think he grows into the dark, doesn't just start from there, but warps into it.

- Erulisse (one L)
Sep. 16th, 2011 10:03 pm (UTC)
I am not a fan of Maeglin, but I like this so much. What a poignant end! Beautifully done, dear.
Sep. 16th, 2011 10:47 pm (UTC)
I'm also not a fan of Maeglin, but he insisted on this portrayal, so he got it. I feel this is early in his life at Gondolin, so he has ample opportunity to grow embittered and broken.

- Erulisse (one L)
Sep. 17th, 2011 12:53 pm (UTC)
An insight into his passion through what, at times, feels bittersweet; you can feel the yearning, his love.
Sep. 17th, 2011 01:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, someplacetobe. He certainly has what he thinks is love. What he will betray to achieve that love would horrify her - in fact did indeed horrify her. It can't all be ascribed to poor decision-making on his part - LOL. But yes, I do feel that he loved her and that love was a good portion of why he was willing to give Morgoth the information that he did. She was his prize for betraying their people.

- Erulisse (one L)
Sep. 17th, 2011 08:21 pm (UTC)
I love the way Maeglin thinks of Idril here. It's definitely obsession, but you do make me feel sorry for him.
Sep. 17th, 2011 09:32 pm (UTC)
It is obsession, in our society he would be a stalker. But in his own twisted way he is deeply in love - it's just a frighteningly destructive love. Thanks for your comments :-)

- Erulisse (one L)
Sep. 19th, 2011 10:52 pm (UTC)
One-sided love that does not accept that it might be in the end rejected can end up terribly destructive, as it did in this case. I grieve for the unrequited nature of his love, which even now is reaching the point of obsession. Too bad he could not find one who was capable of loving him as he was instead of insisting on holding to her as his "sun."

Nicely done!
Sep. 20th, 2011 12:16 am (UTC)
Thank you so very much, Larner. I'm delighted that his obsessive nature came through for you.

- Erulisse (one L)
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