Fragments by SkyEventide

Wrath

Written for the prompt: courage, manuscript, constraint, campsite. Featuring Elemmírë and another Vanya.

Elemmírë opens the brazier, sparks spurting upwards and disappearing. The tent’s ceiling is too damp from the constantly drizzling rain to catch fire, either way. She pulls off her gauntlets and fishes her manuscript from her small chest of personal belongings. She stares at the tengwar she neatly penned, then gathers her courage and plunges the pages amidst the crackling coals.

Thúlendur jumps on his feet, startled by the loss, his eyes wide. « What? Why do that? »

Elemmírë sits on her makeshift bed, her elbows on her knees. « We came across a human camp. The Enemy’s creatures had raided it. » Her lips purse together, holding the memory of it tightly to herself; Thúlendur will have his chances to see their like for himself.

« I cannot chronicle this war. I cannot make it beautiful. »

Wrath does not even begin to cover it.