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Through All Hours
Prompt and Path: “That’s the advantage of insomnia. People who go to bed early always complain the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done.” Banana Yoshimoto. Purple Path.
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Characters: Fëanor
Pairings: Referenced Fëanor/Nerdanel
Creator’s Notes (optional): Posted to coincide with Day 7 of Fëanorian Week, prompt: Fëanor - creation. Had maybe a bit of a different take on the B2MeM prompt, but this was what I instantly thought of.
Summary: A little lack of sleep gets the Silmarils made.
The light of the Trees never entered the deep forge, where he worked, away from all other eyes. Now the closed, hot room bloomed and glowed. Shadows scampered away ’til they were lost. He gazed at the crystals on the dark velvet, head laid on his arms, heart full to bursting, weary beyond sensibility, but utterly contented. Countless days he had not slept, labouring through all hours, the trance and frenzy of creation gripping him. He would go now - kiss Nerdanel, hold his sons, embrace his father - but he’d be happy to sleep through the dimmer light of First Mingling.
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Characters: Fëanor
Pairings: Referenced Fëanor/Nerdanel
Creator’s Notes (optional): Posted to coincide with Day 7 of Fëanorian Week, prompt: Fëanor - creation. Had maybe a bit of a different take on the B2MeM prompt, but this was what I instantly thought of.
Summary: A little lack of sleep gets the Silmarils made.
The light of the Trees never entered the deep forge, where he worked, away from all other eyes. Now the closed, hot room bloomed and glowed. Shadows scampered away ’til they were lost. He gazed at the crystals on the dark velvet, head laid on his arms, heart full to bursting, weary beyond sensibility, but utterly contented. Countless days he had not slept, labouring through all hours, the trance and frenzy of creation gripping him. He would go now - kiss Nerdanel, hold his sons, embrace his father - but he’d be happy to sleep through the dimmer light of First Mingling.
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His overcharged creative 'hröa' pulls ahead of his family always.
Such is the way with genius, it seems.
One small spelling er. "but utterly contended". I think you were saying "contented".
Great drabble.
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The obsessiveness oft bestowed upon creatives is already bad enough, but compounded by his genius and his fire it becomes a master beyond the realm of the reasonable or wise. I'm glad you enjoyed the drabble, thank you for reading!
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- Erulisse (one L)
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