Author’s Note: The prompt is "Most is said when nothing is spoken," the action is the Shipburning at Losgar, the character is Maedhros, and the drabble is a titch AU.
His Tragedy
It was the smell of smoke that first awakened the Prince; still unaccustomed to that scent, he hurried out in uncomprehending dread. It was the ships, Findekáno, his brothers, his dreams -- burning, burning -- !
He stared at the white ships burning all to red and, more slowly, to black; stared until his eyes bled hot tears, which his pride choked upon and the wind soon whisked dry.
In silence he watched his father turning dreams to ash; in silence turned away. And it was this silence which shamed him most, all the years of his long exhausted life.