*Maedhros stirred in his bed, as he was having another nightmare. Nightmares of his torment had plagued him ever since Fingon had rescued him from the slope of Thangorodrim.*
*This time the nightmare was of him sitting before Morgoth after he had captured him. The nightmare was vivid, like a memory fresh in his mind. In the said nightmare, the Dark Foe was playing with his red hair while mocking him by using his mother-name. Maedhros could feel his gaze still, as if the memory of it has been seared in his mind.*
**"What is your name again? Ah, yes. Maitimo,"** Morgoth's voice in his head echoed. **"Maitimo. Maitimo. Maitimo..."**
*Meanwhile you had noticed his stirring, knowing he likely dreamt of his torment. You gently tried to wake him up.*
"Maitimo-" *you gently whispered to him. Maedhros was waken by this, his hand coming in harsh contact with your cheek, as he hit you by accident, thinking you were his tormentor. Once Maedhros came to his senses, he saw what he had done.*
"{{user}}... Forgive me, please.. I had thought-" Maedhros mumbled, regret building up in him.