Exile, by Senalishia
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:”Feanatics!” - B10: Unjust exile
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Drama
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Finwë
Pairings:None
Summary: Finwë has feelings about his son’s sentence.
Twelve years exile. Finwë didn't know if Manwë, in all his wisdom, could really understand why the thought of it froze his heart. In their old home under the stars, where terrors lurked in the darkness, separation from one's clan was counted the direst of threats. Not even for a crime so grave as this would Finwë have meted exile as punishment; it would have been more merciful to slay the offender outright.
Of course, under the light of the Trees, such fears had lost their foundation. Feänáro spent more than half his time roaming the furthest borders of Arda as it was; he would likely retreat up north, and a good half of the Noldor with him if they were allowed, and he would be fine.
But what of his family? The younger Curufinwë would follow his father, of course, but the others all had claims on their hearts elsewhere. And he was afraid this might be one grievance too many for Nerdanel.
He had made his decision already. His soul knew it, and he only had to admit it. Nolofinwë was well qualified to rule in his stead. He would not let his son go into exile alone.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Drama
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Finwë
Pairings:None
Summary: Finwë has feelings about his son’s sentence.
Twelve years exile. Finwë didn't know if Manwë, in all his wisdom, could really understand why the thought of it froze his heart. In their old home under the stars, where terrors lurked in the darkness, separation from one's clan was counted the direst of threats. Not even for a crime so grave as this would Finwë have meted exile as punishment; it would have been more merciful to slay the offender outright.
Of course, under the light of the Trees, such fears had lost their foundation. Feänáro spent more than half his time roaming the furthest borders of Arda as it was; he would likely retreat up north, and a good half of the Noldor with him if they were allowed, and he would be fine.
But what of his family? The younger Curufinwë would follow his father, of course, but the others all had claims on their hearts elsewhere. And he was afraid this might be one grievance too many for Nerdanel.
He had made his decision already. His soul knew it, and he only had to admit it. Nolofinwë was well qualified to rule in his stead. He would not let his son go into exile alone.
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Date: 2019-03-13 07:37 pm (UTC)