Sword, by Senalishia
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:”Feanatics!” - G54:That weasley Fingolfin, reprise
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Angst
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters:Fingolfin
Pairings:None
Summary: Fingolfin acquires a sword.
Nolofinwë had moved that accursed thing from his desk, to the corner of his study, to the top of the bookshelf where he could forget about it for days at a time. But he could not bring himself to get rid of it.
It was a fine piece of work, from what he could judge, which the most talented smith of his household had delivered to him in the quiet of Telperion's waning. Ringil, the runes named it, and it seemed a cold thing indeed. The smith had spoken of the advantage the length of the blade would provide; against what had been left carefully unsaid.
There was wisdom, he told himself, in being prepared for all eventualities. The smith claim the innovation had been a notion of his own devising, but Nolofinwë's heart misgave him. The most skillful smiths among the Noldor were not loyal to him.
He had to face facts. He could no longer put his trust in an older brother who had become dangerously unstable. If left unchecked, Feanaro might in his pride incite the Noldor to oppose the Valar themselves.
Perhaps if he hurried, he could speak privately with his father before the council convened.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Angst
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters:Fingolfin
Pairings:None
Summary: Fingolfin acquires a sword.
Nolofinwë had moved that accursed thing from his desk, to the corner of his study, to the top of the bookshelf where he could forget about it for days at a time. But he could not bring himself to get rid of it.
It was a fine piece of work, from what he could judge, which the most talented smith of his household had delivered to him in the quiet of Telperion's waning. Ringil, the runes named it, and it seemed a cold thing indeed. The smith had spoken of the advantage the length of the blade would provide; against what had been left carefully unsaid.
There was wisdom, he told himself, in being prepared for all eventualities. The smith claim the innovation had been a notion of his own devising, but Nolofinwë's heart misgave him. The most skillful smiths among the Noldor were not loyal to him.
He had to face facts. He could no longer put his trust in an older brother who had become dangerously unstable. If left unchecked, Feanaro might in his pride incite the Noldor to oppose the Valar themselves.
Perhaps if he hurried, he could speak privately with his father before the council convened.
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Date: 2019-03-09 09:29 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)