Fragments by SkyEventide

Mercy

Written for the prompt: funeral, ambassador, Maia, forsake. Featuring Fëanor, Fingolfin, Maedhros, a Maia of Nienna, Finwë in absentia, a mention of Finarfin and Lalwen

« I come for Finwë Ñoldoran », she says, her eyes veiled in grey, her lips all soft with pain, Maia of Nienna.

« No », Fëanáro answers, his lips all hard with grief.

« Father needs a funeral. Ought he to be left there in a cold room? », Ñolofinwë retorts, a shadow on his brow, and Arafinwë faintly shifting weight from foot to foot, Lalwen breathing in, her chest heaving.

« Not from her. Too late is this mercy offered », Fëanáro declares; and moves as if to leave the tents and march inside Formenos his own self. Maitimo steps forward, blocks his path more boldly than he ever did – not disobedience, but fear.

« Let us handle it », he says. « Let us handle him. »

Maitimo already saw the body. He would keep that sight from his own father.