Warning: Mentions of Male/Male loving and kissing.

The horse sped over the hills and through the forest. Eyes sparkling with joy and braids bouncing, Harry-no Hyari sped through the countryside toward the Isle of Este. It had taken a while for him to adopt the name but after explaining the story and his past it seemed like the perfect name. It started in jest but he warmed to it. Hundreds of years had let him adjust and let go to become someone stronger and more balanced than his previous self.

The sun was low in the sky as they sat down for tea in the beachside garden. The purple-orange sky filled him with hope. So many years had passed. He had finished his learning and had spent time with the elves here. Doing reconnaissance on the current state of Middle-Earth. Learning the new rulers, new laws and languages. But he could feel it in his bones. It would be soon.

His ship was crafted he only needed to wait for Eru's sign. And then he would be the last to set sail from Valinor. His vessel was hand crafted from a dying redwood gifted by Aromez and worked by Aule into a magnificent sea faring creation deserved of being the 'last sailing ship'. He itched with excitement and vigour.

"You know I have to leave soon right." Hyari said staring at the mountains in the distance. "It is nearly time. Things have progressed and we are on the climb. Middle-Earth will soon be in the throes of a war that will touch all and take no prisoners. I am ready. The need itches beneath the skin, this need burns me. This thirst for blood, to cut them down… to sink my blade into orc flesh again." A shudder spanned him as he grinned toothily.

Este smiled serenely. "We all feel the same. You will carry the thirst of us all. We all wish to see the battle field and the kiss of blood but you can do it for all of us. You will carry our strength and blessings." A sly smirk slid over her lips. "The betrayer will taste our retribution and fear our blades. Eru has sworn us his soul for his treachery. Mairon will rue the day he fell to Melkor. You will make it so my friend. You who were closer to him than all of us. You, after Eru, have that right to decide his fate."

A bitter gleam crossed haunted green eyes. "I regret not seeing the signs. It could have been avoided but there is nought I can do. I cannot stand by and let him continue. I shall ruin him as completely as he ruined my love for him… completely." His face tilted down and the shadows played across his face.

"I do not forgive his sins but he was hollowed and trapped under Melkor's influence last we met. I cannot change our past but I can affect our future. Stop his reign of tyranny. He has not a form but his ring, that can be destroyed, it is all that stops him from ceasing to exist. Luckily Eru will hold his soul for us so maybe he can be saved. If he does not repent, then our revenge shall descend upon him." A wistful look swept and faded before either noticed.

A companionable silence fell as both were swept up in thoughts of the past and future. Hyari was thinking of his past as Harry. So long ago, the wounds had healed but he was yet to open his heart again. They had been close. He had thought that he knew the other yet he didn't see-no refused to see the signs of Melkor's dark power tainting his brother until it was too late.

For a long time he excused the black moods, dark murmurs and hateful words because of his love. To have his heart trampled was the last straw that forced open his eyes to the sad reality. He had had such hopes for the future. Melkor had been defeated and peace had reigned over. With an open heart and so naive, he fell so easily for his closest friend...

It was sticky humid mid-afternoon, they were sat side by side beneath the large willow that shaded their spot. The bees were buzzing and a gentle breeze rolled over the hills bringing them some relief.

"It's so humid. I feel like I'm melting even though I'm in my lightest robes." Beauty smiled waving his robes to generate a breeze. "I can't believe how long it's been. How many summers have I been awake again?"

"A few hundred, I believe 672 so far. Only 38 days have been hotter." The dark haired maiar sniffed turning back to a leather bound book he'd been carrying recently. "You are wearing green, white would be cooler. Be sensible like everyone else."

Chuckling he grinned at his friend. "But I am not like everyone else. Don't you think so." Hyari pouted widening his eyes.

"No one here is quite like you. You have something many others do not- you perfect symmetry from head to toe. You are perfect to gaze upon." Mairon said scrutinising harshly to validate his point.

With a huff he turned from his friend turned lover. "I have other points don't you know. It's like my 'symmetry' is all you like about me. What is with that obsession? We share our feelings that should be enough."

The other sighed as if suffering. "You have a perfection that pleases me to see. You do not disagree as the imperfect do. If you weren't perfect do you think I would suffer it. Your symmetry and obedience is what allows you to stay. The rest of you is inconsequential-pointless. Perfection and order are all that matters not something as pitiful as love or other pointless emotions. How stupid."

The harsh reality gripped him and Hyari understood. "You have changed Mairon. I dislike this. You are cold and unfeeling. Go back to the old you. This is not the real you. Mairon you-Ugh."

A gloved hand gripped his chin lifting him from the ground as cold amber eyes glared harshly into his own. "Quiet. Simply stay perfect and obedient and we can stay together. Imperfection is not tolerated. It is trash. I dispose of trash." A sharp dangerous look graced his face warping it to something full of hated and darkness.

Failing to wrench himself away feeling affronted instead he seethed. "You-ugh, I am leaving until you pull your head from your arse. You can't just treat me like this. I thought we were friends. You said, before- what changed. You used to be more than this. We used to share everything. This-this is not the you that I fell in love with brother."

Thin cold lips pressed against his forehead in mockery of affection. "Hah-you thought we shared love. Such an imperfect waste of emotion. I only used you as a cover. Your appearance appeals to others, tis all. You made my alibi. I used you for it. A few pretty words and you fell at my feet. Oh brother, brother. You make me sick. I think your use is done."

Hot tears caught in his lashes and ran down his face leaving trails of shame on his face. "You, you shall play my heart no more." Unsheathing his dagger, he thrust it into Mairon's side. Forcing the hand unrelentingly gripping his face to relinquish its hold. He jumped back, retreating from the look of hatred on the face of his beloved brother. "You are no longer the one I love. You used to be someone good and balanced but now I see the darkness tainting you, I am not so sure. It matters not I am leaving anyway."

Running to his horse he swang up into the saddle quickly fleeing the scene. He fled to his tree house and flung himself onto his bed. Curling into his pillows he finally allowed himself to let out his sorrows. Tear slid down his cheeks dampening his pillow and leaving glistening trails that marked his heart break. Eventually he fell into a fitful sleep even Namo couldn't soothe.

He would forever remember that moment and the feel of those tears. It would also be a long time before he went anywhere near that spot by the river.