Inner Fire

Fëanor had been working on his latest project for months, struggling to shape the metal to his will.

Nerdanel enjoyed watching him - laughing as his temper flared and he threw down his tools, storming off in disgust. Yet he always returned, and that is what she liked most about him.

One afternoon he finally succeeded: pouring himself into his creation as the metal resonated to his will. His braid was coming loose about his face and sparks leapt about him. He looked up briefly, and smiled at her. And in that moment, she saw him as if for the first time.

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A/N: Written for Allie_Meril's birthday.

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True Pride

“Brothers please, you go not for justice, but for vengeance and the sake of false pride. This avails no one.”

But my arguments will not sway them, just as Fëanor’s arguments will not sway me. There is nothing more to be said and they turn and walk away, moments later, I do the same.

Fëanor’s reason may be as I said, but for those I hold dear, it is love and loyalty to their kin. A terrible doom is upon them, and no words, however well spoken, can change this.

I shall play no further part in such foul deeds.

Bitter Cold

Galadriel had been giving Idril what little strength she could spare throughout the terrible march.

Now Galadriel knelt by Elenwë's body, holding Idril in her arms as she cried for her mother. Elenwë had given her child more strength than she possessed and had succumbed to the bitter cold.

Turgon had hastened to his wife’s side, and now he seemed almost beyond grief as he placed a gentle kiss on Elenwë’s cold, blue lips and gently straightened her limbs.

Then he stood and held out his hand to Idril, saying, “Come, my darling, we must now look to the living.”

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Written for the Tolkien_Weekly 'Blue' Challenge.

Unnumbered Tears

This was supposed to be the war to end all wars. I broke the leaguer of Gondolin to come to my brother’s aid. Yet to no avail.

We marched out of the hidden city to end Morgoth’s reign. Our assault was broken by those who were oath-sworn. On the forth day began the Battle of Unnumbered Tears: I watched my brother fall to the whips of fire. I watched as swarms of orcs covered his body, and I could not reach him.

The Hill of Tears

Mortal treachery lost us the battle. Yet through the friendship and sacrifice of Hurin, my people were saved.

I have given birth to my child. Tuor, the son my husband will never see. I have done all I can for him. I have given him life, and fostered him with the Grey-elves. His future lies before him - but mine is with my husband, my love, who is gone.

High against the horizon I see it, a great green mound surrounded by a sea of sand. If I knew no better, I would call it a beacon of hope in a forsaken land.

But it is not so. I stagger towards it: for here lies my husband’s end, and mine.

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Written for the Tolkien_Weekly 'Green' Challenge.

Silmarillion – Of Maeglin

Against the King’s council the White Lady rode from the city. She ventured into Nan Elmoth and was ensnared by Eöl, who took her to wife. In the twilight she bore him a son, whom he later named Maeglin.

As time passed, longing for Gondolin awoke in them both. They left – but were pursued and unwittingly revealed the Hidden Path. Turgon set a choice before them – to stay or die. Eöl chose death for himself and his son, but Aredhel took the poisoned dart meant for Maeglin. Eöl was cast from the city’s wall.

And in Maeglin lay Gondolin’s doom.

Beyond Reach

Whether I stay or go it matters not, for the sons of Fëanor will be compelled to hold to their oath. Sirion will not stand against their might. And yet, as the last remaining Elven stronghold, it must be defended.

I cannot let the Silmaril fall into their hands, for who knows what may then happen. Their hands are stained with the blood of those who should never die.

As I see it, I have no choice. The jewel must be removed beyond their reach. So in an attempt to save my sons, I must deprive them of their mother.