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B2MeM Prompt and Path: “It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.” Stephen King. Green Path
Format: two drabbles
Genre:angst
Rating:PG
Warnings:Mention of death
Characters:the Teleri
Pairings:None
Creator’s Notes:Written to fit with two prompts at Tolkien Weekly, and brought to my mind by one of
heartofoshun's book covers posted here.
Summary:the aftermath of the first kinslaying at Alqualondë.
Some say that the Fëanorians invented the sword but they did not, for our forefathers who left Cuivienin found danger and soon realised the need for weapons; the Fëanorians simply learnt how to perfect them.
But whilst the royal family of the Noldor cannot be credited, or blamed, as the first to forge a sword, they were the first to wield them against their fellow elves….
The Valar promised peace and safety when they led us here; and now we stood in the ruins of our city, our ships gone, and our friends and family lying dead at our feet.
We mourned. Until now we had never needed such a word but now we found one.
Fëanor had said he would return our ships. We waited. With swords. They would not have sailed them away again. But they never came.
Now we had nothing but memories of the slain, of the ships, even of light, for it was darker now than ever it had been since Varda sang the trees.
Then came the sun; painfully bright where it revealed the bloodstains still remaining, then gone. But soon we learnt to value day and turn our hands back to our craft.
The first in the series, the prequel so to speak, is here at
tolkien_weekly - I will continue the strand there, too.
Format: two drabbles
Genre:angst
Rating:PG
Warnings:Mention of death
Characters:the Teleri
Pairings:None
Creator’s Notes:Written to fit with two prompts at Tolkien Weekly, and brought to my mind by one of
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Summary:the aftermath of the first kinslaying at Alqualondë.
Some say that the Fëanorians invented the sword but they did not, for our forefathers who left Cuivienin found danger and soon realised the need for weapons; the Fëanorians simply learnt how to perfect them.
But whilst the royal family of the Noldor cannot be credited, or blamed, as the first to forge a sword, they were the first to wield them against their fellow elves….
The Valar promised peace and safety when they led us here; and now we stood in the ruins of our city, our ships gone, and our friends and family lying dead at our feet.
We mourned. Until now we had never needed such a word but now we found one.
Fëanor had said he would return our ships. We waited. With swords. They would not have sailed them away again. But they never came.
Now we had nothing but memories of the slain, of the ships, even of light, for it was darker now than ever it had been since Varda sang the trees.
Then came the sun; painfully bright where it revealed the bloodstains still remaining, then gone. But soon we learnt to value day and turn our hands back to our craft.
The first in the series, the prequel so to speak, is here at
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