To Burn Down Utopia by LadyBrooke
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b2memB2MeM Prompt and Path:Wild: Choose a prompt from a previous B2MeM "2010, The Last Battle: Valmar – Utopia can be defined either as a place of ideal perfection in laws, government, and social conditions or as an impractical scheme for social improvement. Write a story, poem, or create an artwork about a place or society that can be defined as utopia." - Purple Path
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Angst, Drama
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Canon character death, discussion of political laws that might offend some (specifically the Noldor in Valinor reacting badly to discussion of positive aspects of the rebellion or negative aspects of the life in Valinor)
Characters: Nimloth
Pairings: N/A
Creator’s Notes (optional): My Nimloth will never bow to the Noldor. Never. Morgoth will bend first. :P
Summary: Nimloth burns with anger at Finarfin and his court. How dare they tell her what she should and should not feel and say?
Their sons are forgotten now, erased by history and not spoken of as anything other than rebellious elves who broke from the rest and now serve their just punishments. The reborn walk among them, and refuse to acknowledge those who still remain in the halls, even their own siblings.
If they do acknowledge them, they become outcasts, the mad among the Noldor, who must be instructed as though they are children who cannot understand how things will be.
She finds the ones who refuse to be silent the most respectable.
Anairë sits and writes of her husband and her sons, especially the ones still in the Halls. Nimloth sends her a basket of fruit from the forests they have been given after word comes that Finarfin had banned Anairë from speaking in favor of Maedhros on behalf of Fingon at his court, while both her son and her nephew were still in the Halls, a gift from one mother to another who might be forever kept from some of her children.
Nimloth burns with anger at the Noldor here.
She fought with sword and bow against those who killed her sons. She had learned of Maedhros’ regret, his tears when faced in the Halls by her, along with Celegorm’s gruff apology for who he had brought with him, and the brief notes from Curufin and his twin brothers, delivered by Caranthir along with his own offer to stand and let her scream at him. She had screamed at him. She had screamed at all of them, and she did not feel guilty for that.
But they had let her, and they had never told her that it was right and good that her husband and sons were lost to her, gone to wherever Men went, and that she was stuck with the fate of elves.
The Noldor left in Valinor do.
And if their utopia is that fragile that it has to be bought by her keeping her pain over her sons silent, she will burn it to the ground around them.
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Angst, Drama
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Canon character death, discussion of political laws that might offend some (specifically the Noldor in Valinor reacting badly to discussion of positive aspects of the rebellion or negative aspects of the life in Valinor)
Characters: Nimloth
Pairings: N/A
Creator’s Notes (optional): My Nimloth will never bow to the Noldor. Never. Morgoth will bend first. :P
Summary: Nimloth burns with anger at Finarfin and his court. How dare they tell her what she should and should not feel and say?
Their sons are forgotten now, erased by history and not spoken of as anything other than rebellious elves who broke from the rest and now serve their just punishments. The reborn walk among them, and refuse to acknowledge those who still remain in the halls, even their own siblings.
If they do acknowledge them, they become outcasts, the mad among the Noldor, who must be instructed as though they are children who cannot understand how things will be.
She finds the ones who refuse to be silent the most respectable.
Anairë sits and writes of her husband and her sons, especially the ones still in the Halls. Nimloth sends her a basket of fruit from the forests they have been given after word comes that Finarfin had banned Anairë from speaking in favor of Maedhros on behalf of Fingon at his court, while both her son and her nephew were still in the Halls, a gift from one mother to another who might be forever kept from some of her children.
Nimloth burns with anger at the Noldor here.
She fought with sword and bow against those who killed her sons. She had learned of Maedhros’ regret, his tears when faced in the Halls by her, along with Celegorm’s gruff apology for who he had brought with him, and the brief notes from Curufin and his twin brothers, delivered by Caranthir along with his own offer to stand and let her scream at him. She had screamed at him. She had screamed at all of them, and she did not feel guilty for that.
But they had let her, and they had never told her that it was right and good that her husband and sons were lost to her, gone to wherever Men went, and that she was stuck with the fate of elves.
The Noldor left in Valinor do.
And if their utopia is that fragile that it has to be bought by her keeping her pain over her sons silent, she will burn it to the ground around them.
