All Shall Fade by Narya
Mar. 2nd, 2018 08:20 pmB2MeM Prompt and Category: Prompt No. 7, Initial Prompts
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Character study
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Mîm
Pairings: N/A
Creator’s Notes (optional): "But the songs wither, and the world worsens." ("The Homecoming of Beorhtnoth Beorthelm's Son")
Summary: An old dwarf gloats and grieves in Nargothrond.
Stale air blew through the Elf-king's halls. It tasted of sulphur and stone and gold. Mîm clung to the shadows, wary, alert – yet each passage was silent, every cavern an empty black yawn. Glee sharp as poison surged through him. Where now was Finrod, the valiant and wise? Where the bright-armoured warriors and sweet-voiced maids? Dead, he thought, and he chuckled.
The echo scuttled around the cave. Dead like your sons. Dead like the beautiful boy you betrayed.
He moaned.
I am the last. I will die, and we will fade from history and song.
Alone in the dark, Mîm knelt and wept.
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Character study
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Mîm
Pairings: N/A
Creator’s Notes (optional): "But the songs wither, and the world worsens." ("The Homecoming of Beorhtnoth Beorthelm's Son")
Summary: An old dwarf gloats and grieves in Nargothrond.
Stale air blew through the Elf-king's halls. It tasted of sulphur and stone and gold. Mîm clung to the shadows, wary, alert – yet each passage was silent, every cavern an empty black yawn. Glee sharp as poison surged through him. Where now was Finrod, the valiant and wise? Where the bright-armoured warriors and sweet-voiced maids? Dead, he thought, and he chuckled.
The echo scuttled around the cave. Dead like your sons. Dead like the beautiful boy you betrayed.
He moaned.
I am the last. I will die, and we will fade from history and song.
Alone in the dark, Mîm knelt and wept.
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Date: 2018-03-04 01:32 am (UTC)I have to say again that you have such a knack for stronger imagery: the taste of the caverns, the "empty black yawn," the scuttling echoes. Beautiful.
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Date: 2018-03-04 07:32 pm (UTC)And he will die even sooner than he thinks, too...
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