Maedhros asked for a drabble about Maedhros. This is an older drabble, but it seemed appropriate.
"So sing, brother, sing your dirge—you were ever moved by water, and now 'tis in your mind. We go to our native elements—Father to flame, you to sea, I to earth, and all of us to the air of memory. Fitting, fitting. Lay me down not gently below."