Let Down Your Hair

The stone was dark, the wall both too smooth to climb and too razor edged to grip, the peak a barren wasteland where not even a stubborn weed could be found. And up that very peak hung Maedhros on a chain driven into the rock, swinging limply as a corpse from his bound wrist.The sight of his beloved cousin brought tears to Fingon's eyes. Maedhros was scarred all over his emaciated body and left bare to weather the elements. Only his auburn hair, now a muddy brown from near thirty years of grime, afforded him some modesty. It had grown impossibly long, long enough that Maedhros had wrapped it around his shoulders and chest several times for a small shred of warmth, and his hair still continued on for thrice more his body's length.---Fingon/Maedhros + RapunzelPart of a collection of fics that reimagine fairy tale stories with a Silm twist