But Maybe That Was The Light Of The Trees by Nekomitsu

Isengard

In response to the March 26 entry at the B2MeM 2011 challenge. How would a character not allowed to express his or her thoughts, creativity, or opinion act out? Capture this in a story, poem or piece of art.

In the years that followed Nelyafinwë was accused of Findékano's death in a myriad of reproaches.  You lost him the Tears, they said, and he was killed.  Your battle orders weren't tactically sound, and they killed him.  You trusted wrong allies and wronged trustful allies, and it killed him.

Nelyafinwë's reply was an icy stare and a cold silence, and his captains and brothers rose in his defense.  Hasty Tyelkormo spoke of cowardly settlements hidden amongst rock and mountain while crafty Curufinwë expounded upon the treacherous nature of the Aftercomers.  Even silent Carnistir raised his voice in the heat of the debate, and restrained his brothers' attack on the young captain who had thought to mention that Findékano's bane had been Fëanáro's own.

"I killed him," was what Nelyafinwë didn't say out loud.  "I killed him when I passed the cursed crown of our doom unto his father."

"No," was what Makalaurë didn't answer.  "Yes," was what he didn't voice.