Solstice Drabbles by Idrils Scribe

Solstice

Prompt: afternoon, old, midnight, temperature.

This room was old, breathtakingly old.

Elrond cast a concerned eye on the sun spannings its arc from afternoon to starless midnight across the summer skies of Tol Himling. He need not fear darkness on this midsummer night, but the temperature would drop precipitously nonetheless. He was wary of whatever unknown creatures now called home the subterranean labyrinth that remained of Maedhros’ great keep.

His lonely expedition was highly perilous, but he needed to be sure. As of last winter Elrond no longer had a brother. He needed to know whether he might still have a father, somewhere down there.

Chapter End Notes

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