Truth, by Senlishia
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B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: “Feanatics!” - N42: Feanor Was Framed!
Format: Double Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Mysterious Coastal Elf, human OC
Pairings: None
Summary: There's certain misapprehensions that simply can't go uncorrected.
“And then,” the old sea captain told his wide-eyed young audience, “the wicked elven prince Sarufinn, furious that the throne would not be granted to him, drew his sword and leapt to attack his brother, his own blood, in the very house of the king. Oh, how their poor mother wept to see her sons fighting so. They--”
“That's not quite what happened,” the shadowed figure at the corner table said softly. He was heavily dressed for the warm South--wrapped in a thick cloak and clothed head to foot, even his hands gloved.
As every eye turned to him, he drew back his hood to reveal eerily delicate features and eyes that shone with a peculiar light.
“Oh!” said the captian. “Begging your pardon, Master Elf. We don't often see the fair folk round here, these days. And I'm only telling the tale as I was told it by my granddam, God rest her soul. I’d be much obliged if you'd share with us something nearer the truth.”
The Elf stared for a long time at something none of the rest of them could see.
“They were half-brothers,” he told them at last. “Sarufinn's mother died when he was born.”
Format: Double Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Mysterious Coastal Elf, human OC
Pairings: None
Summary: There's certain misapprehensions that simply can't go uncorrected.
“And then,” the old sea captain told his wide-eyed young audience, “the wicked elven prince Sarufinn, furious that the throne would not be granted to him, drew his sword and leapt to attack his brother, his own blood, in the very house of the king. Oh, how their poor mother wept to see her sons fighting so. They--”
“That's not quite what happened,” the shadowed figure at the corner table said softly. He was heavily dressed for the warm South--wrapped in a thick cloak and clothed head to foot, even his hands gloved.
As every eye turned to him, he drew back his hood to reveal eerily delicate features and eyes that shone with a peculiar light.
“Oh!” said the captian. “Begging your pardon, Master Elf. We don't often see the fair folk round here, these days. And I'm only telling the tale as I was told it by my granddam, God rest her soul. I’d be much obliged if you'd share with us something nearer the truth.”
The Elf stared for a long time at something none of the rest of them could see.
“They were half-brothers,” he told them at last. “Sarufinn's mother died when he was born.”
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Date: 2019-03-02 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-03-03 01:32 am (UTC)Saruman(frostily): "Quite a lot, actually."
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Date: 2019-03-03 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-03-02 08:33 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2019-03-03 01:30 am (UTC)MaglorMysterious Coastal Elf. But that's a brilliant bit of characterization there.no subject
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