More Than One Hundred Words About Maedhros by Himring

Fingon Toasts the Stars

Fingon, by himself, musing on the night sky, glass in hand.

Actually less than one hundred words (despite the title of the series) and also in free verse, but it seemed to fit here better than in any of the other collections.

Rated Teens on other archives, for not very tangible reasons to do with mood.

The stars are bright tonight.

On such a night as this,
our forebears woke beside the lake of Cuivienen,
looked up into the sky--and fell in love.

On such a night as this,
we stood atop a tower--our senses reeling--
and traced the lines of Wilwarin above,
his hand in mine...

Nothing endures; the bosom of the Earth crumbles away.
Even the stars--like scattered blossoms blown
across the sunless spaces, innumerable--
shall one by one snuff out.

No matter:
Stars,
here's looking at you.

Chapter End Notes

Apart from the allusions to Tolkien's works, there's a bit of Shakespeare in there and also shades of "Casablanca", I guess.
The scene on the top of the tower is meant to be the one at the end of my story "Looking at the Stars and Counting the Hours", but feel free to imagine something else, if you wish.