"Because my Land is Fair" and other drabbles by Himring

The Escape Route

Fingon shows Annael the entrance to the Gate of the Noldor, the secret escape route to the coast. 
It is the time after the Dagor Bragollach. Many Sindar have already fled south.

‘Behold,’ said Fingon, pointing at the entrance to the hidden path, ‘the Gate of the Noldor, through which the Sindar, too, may pass at need!’ 

He lowered his voice. 

‘I have not yet thanked you, Annael—you are here, supporting me. Others of your kin have fled south or retreated into the hills…’ 

‘Lord,’ said Annael, uncomfortably, ‘it is merely the just harvest of your labours; you have ever had an open ear to the needs of me and mine!’ 

‘My friend.’ Fingon touched Annael’s arm. ‘So rarely do we reap only what we have sown—for good or ill.’

Chapter End Notes

Another drabble for the prompt "harvest".