O-68 Erulisse - A Sickness Revisited
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: O-68 – Maglor in History – The Manhattan Project, Fëanantics – Maedhros Looks for Eluréd and Elurín
Format: Fictlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Maglor
Pairings: None
Summary: When witnessing the test firing of the first atomic bomb, Maglor is hit with feelings that bring his memories back to the devastation of Doriath.
A Sickness Revisited
Maglor shielded his eyes from the sudden and brilliant light that split along the horizon. Looking forward from the small hillock he had secreted himself behind, he stared aghast at the churning mass of destructive power that was now flowing upwards into the blue New Mexican sky. He had a sick, hollow feeling at the bottom of his stomach. As the mushroom cloud continued stretching high into the sky a momentary thought swept through him pulling him through both space and time. The last time he had felt despair like this had been many Ages ago and, although the circumstance and the scope were quite different, the feeling of his hopelessness was matched.
It had been winter, when he and his brothers had attacked Doriath, continuing their fruitless quest to recover Lúthien's Silmaril. The air had been crisp and cold and the shed blood was hot, causing pink-tinted steam to rise from the bodies and the blood splashed stones. Later Maedhros had learned that Dior's young sons, Eluréd and Elurín had been abandoned in the snowy woods, to be food for wild animals or simply sacrificed on the cruel, cold anvil of winter. For days he and Maedhros had searched for the boys, but despair was the only thing that they succeeded in finding. When Maedhros finally made the decision to abandon the search, Maglor had felt a feeling of hopelessness that had not been matched until now. But looking at the mushroom cloud still stretching into the sky, he realized that instead of giving up on two young children, he was now giving up on the Second-born.
His stomach churned as he turned away from the beautiful death. As he walked into the surrounding desert he prayed that this weapon of heat and horror would never be used, but knew that keeping it unused would prove to be impossible. Pandora's Box had been opened again, and he wept.
Format: Fictlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Maglor
Pairings: None
Summary: When witnessing the test firing of the first atomic bomb, Maglor is hit with feelings that bring his memories back to the devastation of Doriath.
A Sickness Revisited
Maglor shielded his eyes from the sudden and brilliant light that split along the horizon. Looking forward from the small hillock he had secreted himself behind, he stared aghast at the churning mass of destructive power that was now flowing upwards into the blue New Mexican sky. He had a sick, hollow feeling at the bottom of his stomach. As the mushroom cloud continued stretching high into the sky a momentary thought swept through him pulling him through both space and time. The last time he had felt despair like this had been many Ages ago and, although the circumstance and the scope were quite different, the feeling of his hopelessness was matched.
It had been winter, when he and his brothers had attacked Doriath, continuing their fruitless quest to recover Lúthien's Silmaril. The air had been crisp and cold and the shed blood was hot, causing pink-tinted steam to rise from the bodies and the blood splashed stones. Later Maedhros had learned that Dior's young sons, Eluréd and Elurín had been abandoned in the snowy woods, to be food for wild animals or simply sacrificed on the cruel, cold anvil of winter. For days he and Maedhros had searched for the boys, but despair was the only thing that they succeeded in finding. When Maedhros finally made the decision to abandon the search, Maglor had felt a feeling of hopelessness that had not been matched until now. But looking at the mushroom cloud still stretching into the sky, he realized that instead of giving up on two young children, he was now giving up on the Second-born.
His stomach churned as he turned away from the beautiful death. As he walked into the surrounding desert he prayed that this weapon of heat and horror would never be used, but knew that keeping it unused would prove to be impossible. Pandora's Box had been opened again, and he wept.
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