B2MeM Prompt and Path: “I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight, What may not bless my waking eyes." Anne Brontë. Purple path.
Format: Triple drabble
Warnings: Character death
Characters: Andreth, Aegnor, Finrod
Creator’s Notes (optional): As said in HoME, after the Dagor Bragollach, "it is probable, though nowhere stated, that Andreth perished herself[.]"
Summary: In the dream, she was young again, and she was laughing.
In the dream, she was young again, and she was laughing. Where once a star had been caught in her hair, the sun was now caught in his, gleaming golden and bright. They were by the lake, as in days past. He splashed her in jest, and the droplets glimmered like tiny jewels. His arms wound round her, strong like castles, and she held his face - young, stripped of cares, full of joy, filled with love. She drew close to him, as the world shrunk down to just his eyes. Bluer than the cloudless sky, warmer than summer. Two complete universes.
She rose blindly, bones aching with age, stumbling against the walls until she flung the door wide. The winter wind did not chill her blood - it was the redness of the sky, the roaring sound, as though the clouds themselves were licked by flames and being rent full apart.
She knew, in her heart of hearts, what had befallen Aegnor. Her soul was certain as time's own passage. She crumpled to the ground, and wept, even as their warriors sent up the alarm, and people grabbed her shaking shoulders, telling her to run.