Defense, by Senalishia
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: “Feanatics!” - I20: “He was very willing that the chief peril of assault should fall upon himself”
Format: Double Drabble
Genre: Drama
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Various sons of Feanor
Pairings: None
Summary: Maedhros makes a choice.
Nelyafinwe considered the information they had gathered on their journey across the north of the continent, from their landing in the west to these formidable mountains in the east. Tyelcormo seemed eager to attempt to cross them, but Nelyo finally sided with the others and agreed that they had explored far enough.
Pityo spoke to the local Quendi and learned that they called the black, glassy lake Helevorn and the peak that loomed above it Rerir. He took his own careful measurements and observations and added the landmarks to his map.
Nelyo looked over the picture of the terrain his little brother had constructed. “There,” he indicated a spot in the foothills east of the pine-covered highlands labeled Dorthonian. “That is where we will begin building our fortifications.”
“There's nothing there but low hills, Nelyo! It's almost totally indefensible!” Carnistir objected.
“Exactly. Without a strong front line, everything south of here will be vulnerable to attack. But if you believe Arafinwe's sons have mettle enough to render your efforts unnecessary, you may feel free to lead your people where you wish.”
“As long as the Enemy holds the Silmarils, we must oppose him with everything we have,” Curufinwe reminded them.
Format: Double Drabble
Genre: Drama
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Various sons of Feanor
Pairings: None
Summary: Maedhros makes a choice.
Nelyafinwe considered the information they had gathered on their journey across the north of the continent, from their landing in the west to these formidable mountains in the east. Tyelcormo seemed eager to attempt to cross them, but Nelyo finally sided with the others and agreed that they had explored far enough.
Pityo spoke to the local Quendi and learned that they called the black, glassy lake Helevorn and the peak that loomed above it Rerir. He took his own careful measurements and observations and added the landmarks to his map.
Nelyo looked over the picture of the terrain his little brother had constructed. “There,” he indicated a spot in the foothills east of the pine-covered highlands labeled Dorthonian. “That is where we will begin building our fortifications.”
“There's nothing there but low hills, Nelyo! It's almost totally indefensible!” Carnistir objected.
“Exactly. Without a strong front line, everything south of here will be vulnerable to attack. But if you believe Arafinwe's sons have mettle enough to render your efforts unnecessary, you may feel free to lead your people where you wish.”
“As long as the Enemy holds the Silmarils, we must oppose him with everything we have,” Curufinwe reminded them.
