A/N:  Inspired by:  For Maglor took pity upon Elros and Elrond, and he cherished them, and love grew after between them, as little might be thought; but Maglor's heart was sick and weary with the burden of the dreadful oath. (Chapter 24, Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath)

Mercy 

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Maedhros knelt by his dead brothers and cursed.  The Silmaril had been practically in his grasp, and then she had jumped.  They had nothing to show for the carnage except the loss of all but one of his beloved siblings. 

"Let me go!" 

A shrill, piping voice caught Maedhros' attention.  He looked up to see his brother, Maglor, holding firmly to a pair of identical twin boys whose faces carried him to a memory from 35 years before; of another pair of children who had been lost.  

When Maglor begged pity for Elwing's sons, he could only nod his acquiescence.