The Glacier by jenni
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b2memB2MEM Challenge: B15: Landscape: Glacier
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Character: Feanor
Warnings: None
Summary: Changes ring ahead for the Elves crossing the Grinding Ice.
Looking for what he did not know, Feanor gazed across the Helcaraxe, that unforgiving, endless, treacherous path to the promised land of Middle-earth, desirous of putting an end to his peoples' suffering.
Despite his heinous deeds he was not a brute. Seeing the Elves with footwear and feet rent painfully by the crags and shards of ice they walked across, he felt pity. Never would he be remorseful for the things he had done, but he felt much sympathy witnessing the terrible agonies his Elves had endured, walking for countless days across the grinding ice. They were Noldor, thus they possessed great strength and fortitude, but even with those qualities some were beginning to falter.
Would this twisting, churning, jagged, frozen journey never near its completion? Feanor's frustration had reached a new level, and he pounded his staff upon the unyielding surface of the floe he stood upon.
But something in the distance caught his gaze. He stopped to narrow his eyes so he could more keenly see this new development. For he saw that the ice about a mile ahead of them was different - it looked smoother - in fact, it looked like the glass surface of a mirror.
His heart lifted. This change in their environment gave him hope that their destination might not be many days yet ahead of them. One change might signify another, and another, and soon they would be setting foot upon land instead of more leagues of accursed sea and ice.
Feanor and some of the Elves closest to him surged ahead, that they might see this new ice more closely.
The Elves stood upon the edge of the glacier, looking across its smooth surface. Many came forth with ideas for easier travel - small sleighs for the children to ride on could be fashioned from binding their walking staffs or spears together with rope that some had brought, or even extra clothing torn into strips.
Lifted by this small miracle and the opportunity to once more use their craft, the Noldorin were able to continue their journey in much better spirits.
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Character: Feanor
Warnings: None
Summary: Changes ring ahead for the Elves crossing the Grinding Ice.
Looking for what he did not know, Feanor gazed across the Helcaraxe, that unforgiving, endless, treacherous path to the promised land of Middle-earth, desirous of putting an end to his peoples' suffering.
Despite his heinous deeds he was not a brute. Seeing the Elves with footwear and feet rent painfully by the crags and shards of ice they walked across, he felt pity. Never would he be remorseful for the things he had done, but he felt much sympathy witnessing the terrible agonies his Elves had endured, walking for countless days across the grinding ice. They were Noldor, thus they possessed great strength and fortitude, but even with those qualities some were beginning to falter.
Would this twisting, churning, jagged, frozen journey never near its completion? Feanor's frustration had reached a new level, and he pounded his staff upon the unyielding surface of the floe he stood upon.
But something in the distance caught his gaze. He stopped to narrow his eyes so he could more keenly see this new development. For he saw that the ice about a mile ahead of them was different - it looked smoother - in fact, it looked like the glass surface of a mirror.
His heart lifted. This change in their environment gave him hope that their destination might not be many days yet ahead of them. One change might signify another, and another, and soon they would be setting foot upon land instead of more leagues of accursed sea and ice.
Feanor and some of the Elves closest to him surged ahead, that they might see this new ice more closely.
The Elves stood upon the edge of the glacier, looking across its smooth surface. Many came forth with ideas for easier travel - small sleighs for the children to ride on could be fashioned from binding their walking staffs or spears together with rope that some had brought, or even extra clothing torn into strips.
Lifted by this small miracle and the opportunity to once more use their craft, the Noldorin were able to continue their journey in much better spirits.
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