New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
The messenger finishes speaking. Everyone in the room goes tense.
Will he mourn the woman he once wished to marry?
Will he gloat over the death of the man who thwarted him?
Will he storm and rail because Thingol now holds a Silmaril?
Celegorm jumps up. The chair crashes to the ground. Four steps take him over to the southward window. He flings open the casement and howls out into the night.
At first, they cannot make out what he is saying. Then the words become comprehensible:
‘Luthien! Damn you, Luthien! Couldn’t you have taken better care of my dog?!’
Previously posted on LiveJournal. Now re-posted here as a true drabble.
I'm still unsure about the title. The earlier title was: "His First Reaction", which was probably too neutral. An alternative title I considered is: "Grief Is The Funniest Thing", which is probably not neutral enough.