Fragments by SkyEventide

East and West

Written with the prompt: alcohol, groups, elimination, bond. Featuring Fingolfin and Maedhros.

Ñolofinwë, who was now oft called Fingolfin by his own people, sipped his wine with the right hand and held up the message with his left.

His nephew’s newfound handwriting was, he thought, indistinguishable from how it had once been. That, one could say (for he was not at all hard-hearted), gladdened him.

He called no scribe, penning the answer himself.

Nelyafinwë, whom no one called that anymore at his own request, set down his cup of red before he could pick up the message with the very same hand.

He would ride with his uncle into battle; thus they would descend upon the hosts of Morgoth from the East and the West both, and may the Enemy’s spawn not see another day. So he smiled thinly and drank again.