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b2memB2MeM Prompt: March 8: Create a fanwork that is set in the aftermath of a disaster, either natural or human-caused. March 26: End your story with a line of dialogue.
Format: ficlet
Genre: drabble
Rating: General
Warnings: none
Characters: Elemmire
Pairings: n/a
Creator’s Notes: This is a follow-up drabble to a double drabble I wrote some time ago: Darkest Time. It can be followed without reading the other two drabbles, but it probably works better, if you take them together.
Summary: During the Darkening of Valinor, Elemmire shares light.
Elemmire heard his people cry in the streets for light.
It was difficult to lift his eyes from the flame he held, but he did. He transferred his lit candle into his left hand and went around the house again, collecting a handful of the candles he had just blown out to save them for later.
He nudged the door open and stepped out into streets grown terrible and unfamiliar, walking carefully until he encountered a terrified neighbour wailing in the dark.
‘Here,’ he said, trying to stop his voice from shaking. ‘Take a candle and light it from mine.’
Creator's end-note: The title is a deliberate mis-quotation from a pessimistic song by Leonard Cohen.
Format: ficlet
Genre: drabble
Rating: General
Warnings: none
Characters: Elemmire
Pairings: n/a
Creator’s Notes: This is a follow-up drabble to a double drabble I wrote some time ago: Darkest Time. It can be followed without reading the other two drabbles, but it probably works better, if you take them together.
Summary: During the Darkening of Valinor, Elemmire shares light.
Elemmire heard his people cry in the streets for light.
It was difficult to lift his eyes from the flame he held, but he did. He transferred his lit candle into his left hand and went around the house again, collecting a handful of the candles he had just blown out to save them for later.
He nudged the door open and stepped out into streets grown terrible and unfamiliar, walking carefully until he encountered a terrified neighbour wailing in the dark.
‘Here,’ he said, trying to stop his voice from shaking. ‘Take a candle and light it from mine.’
Creator's end-note: The title is a deliberate mis-quotation from a pessimistic song by Leonard Cohen.
