With a cold rush of blood...
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b2memB2MeM Challenge:Powers and Underpowers B7: Irmo (Lórien): nightmare and Four word drabble core, vulture, stratus, maim
Format: fixed length ficlet, 400 word drabble
Genre: Drama, Horror
Rating: Pg-13/Teens
Warnings: Mild violence
Characters:Nerdanel, Irmo
Pairings: none
Summary:Nerdanel is plagued by a nightmare, can Irmo’s wisdom shed a light on it?
Author notes: my thanks go out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wenont, my beta!
With a cold rush of blood...
All she knew was that a stratus of clouds surrounded her. They closed in on her like suffocating mantle. It was there, she just knew it was there, and fear set in. The beating of the vulture's wings chilled her to the bone. Or was it something else? Once more, she tried to turn her body away from the dark menace hiding behind the grey clouds, coming so close.
But it mattered not. There was nowhere to go, even though she tried so hard to yank the chains that confined her to this rock, and hanging, just barely, by one arm. There was one way out. It was a simple solution... Sharp rocks tethered on the edge nearby. Could she? Did she dare to maim herself? Did she have the courage to pick that rock and cut through skin, through flesh and then fling herself against the stone slopes, hoping that her wrist would break? Only to fall into freedom, away from this pending danger?
Such a perfect body...Such a fine mind. So perfect and well built: her Maitimo.
With a cold rush of blood to her head, she bolted upright, fisting the sheets that covered her. Bewildered, she looked around as her heart raced and her mouth went dry.
"Here, take a sip and come to your senses." Nerdanel met Irmo's gentle gaze; his concern apparent and no words came. It was their doom that invaded her dream world, reminding her that she should be there with them. She abandoned her sons to a cruel fate. What kind of mother was she?
"I cannot speak. There is naught I can do. It is my burden to bear as they fall to their doom," she whispered sadly.
"Nay, look at yourself, Nerdanel. It is obvious that you are weary from grief. Your eyes mirror the pain you feel and must tear you apart from inside. There must be a meaning to all of this," Irmo insisted.
Nerdanel laughed bitterly. " Meaning? And what meaning would that possibly be? I have tried to search for a meaning. What good has it done? Perhaps, it tells me that I have to let go of my children, those brought forth from my flesh. How much more painful than giving birth to seven can it be?" She remained silent and rose to leave, to pass him, defying Irmo as he stood by the door.
End note: This was initially a triple drabble, but then Nerdanel wanted more to it... in the middle of the night. Bossy muse!
Format: fixed length ficlet, 400 word drabble
Genre: Drama, Horror
Rating: Pg-13/Teens
Warnings: Mild violence
Characters:Nerdanel, Irmo
Pairings: none
Summary:Nerdanel is plagued by a nightmare, can Irmo’s wisdom shed a light on it?
Author notes: my thanks go out to
wenont, my beta!With a cold rush of blood...
All she knew was that a stratus of clouds surrounded her. They closed in on her like suffocating mantle. It was there, she just knew it was there, and fear set in. The beating of the vulture's wings chilled her to the bone. Or was it something else? Once more, she tried to turn her body away from the dark menace hiding behind the grey clouds, coming so close.
But it mattered not. There was nowhere to go, even though she tried so hard to yank the chains that confined her to this rock, and hanging, just barely, by one arm. There was one way out. It was a simple solution... Sharp rocks tethered on the edge nearby. Could she? Did she dare to maim herself? Did she have the courage to pick that rock and cut through skin, through flesh and then fling herself against the stone slopes, hoping that her wrist would break? Only to fall into freedom, away from this pending danger?
Such a perfect body...Such a fine mind. So perfect and well built: her Maitimo.
With a cold rush of blood to her head, she bolted upright, fisting the sheets that covered her. Bewildered, she looked around as her heart raced and her mouth went dry.
"Here, take a sip and come to your senses." Nerdanel met Irmo's gentle gaze; his concern apparent and no words came. It was their doom that invaded her dream world, reminding her that she should be there with them. She abandoned her sons to a cruel fate. What kind of mother was she?
"I cannot speak. There is naught I can do. It is my burden to bear as they fall to their doom," she whispered sadly.
"Nay, look at yourself, Nerdanel. It is obvious that you are weary from grief. Your eyes mirror the pain you feel and must tear you apart from inside. There must be a meaning to all of this," Irmo insisted.
Nerdanel laughed bitterly. " Meaning? And what meaning would that possibly be? I have tried to search for a meaning. What good has it done? Perhaps, it tells me that I have to let go of my children, those brought forth from my flesh. How much more painful than giving birth to seven can it be?" She remained silent and rose to leave, to pass him, defying Irmo as he stood by the door.
End note: This was initially a triple drabble, but then Nerdanel wanted more to it... in the middle of the night. Bossy muse!
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Date: 2012-04-13 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-14 11:45 am (UTC)A wonderful fic. It touched my heart, because as a mother also, I know about the terrifying dreams we sometimes have.
The dream is very realistic, stark and horrifying.
Well done. I loved it. :)
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Date: 2012-04-15 03:17 am (UTC)