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b2mem2019-03-19 03:15 pm
senalishia) wrote in b2mem2019-03-19 03:15 pm
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Fight, by Senalishia
B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:”Feanatics!” - B14: The War of Telerin Aggression
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Angst
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic violence, kinslaying
Characters: Fingon
Pairings:None
Summary: Fingon scores his first kill
He didn't know.
He didn't know he could strike that fast, when his heart started racing and his vision narrowed to see only the opponent in front of him.
He didn't know an elven body contained that much blood--enough to drown someone in, if there hadn't already been an ocean conveniently at hand.
He didn't know until much later how the fighting had actually begun--but then again, it turned out almost no one had.
He knew how to wield a blade. Many of his generation had practiced in secret with each other; he'd delighted in discovering he excelled at it, and drilled until his body remembered every move.
He knew that the woman had been swinging her knife directly for Maitimo's throat, and that he would do anything to keep that blow from landing.
And now he knew what it felt like to have another elf's blood flow over his hands, to see the light leave her eyes, to feel her spirit brush past him on its way to the Halls.
But the choice had been made before he even knew he was choosing, and his only options now were to join her, or keep fighting.
He chose to fight.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Angst
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic violence, kinslaying
Characters: Fingon
Pairings:None
Summary: Fingon scores his first kill
He didn't know.
He didn't know he could strike that fast, when his heart started racing and his vision narrowed to see only the opponent in front of him.
He didn't know an elven body contained that much blood--enough to drown someone in, if there hadn't already been an ocean conveniently at hand.
He didn't know until much later how the fighting had actually begun--but then again, it turned out almost no one had.
He knew how to wield a blade. Many of his generation had practiced in secret with each other; he'd delighted in discovering he excelled at it, and drilled until his body remembered every move.
He knew that the woman had been swinging her knife directly for Maitimo's throat, and that he would do anything to keep that blow from landing.
And now he knew what it felt like to have another elf's blood flow over his hands, to see the light leave her eyes, to feel her spirit brush past him on its way to the Halls.
But the choice had been made before he even knew he was choosing, and his only options now were to join her, or keep fighting.
He chose to fight.
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- Erulisse (one L)