Morning Mist and Silver Sun by StarSpray

Theater

Maglor visits the Globe; double-drabble.

He finally gave into curiosity and slipped into the back of the famous Globe, to hear whether the Lord Chamberlain's Men were truly as talented as was said. They were to perform a new play, according to the excited whispers among the audience of Londoners. He only hoped it would be worth the price for a seat.

A hush fell over the crowd as the actors took the stage. They immediately swept the audience from the hot summer day in London to a frigid winter night in Denmark, and into a tale of intrigue, oaths sworn to slain fathers, murder, insanity, and vengeance.

For Maglor Fëanorion, it was particularly chilling.

"To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer--"

To linger and watch the world roll on, burdened by regret and bloody memory, wandering the shores forever alone while the world changes and Men rise and multipy and forget the Firstborn--

"To die--to sleep--"

To fall, to leap in madness and despair, screaming, burning, until the fiery depths of the earth swallow body and voice, and shining, hallowed Jewel--

And at the end: "The rest is silence."