Solstice instadrabbles 2019 by NelyafinweFeanorion

Persistence

Afternoon old midnight temperature

Afternoon faded into evening, then evening to past midnight. Erestor knew he should stop, put the old parchments away, but the pull of the words inscribed in that hand he knew so well was far too strong.

How long had it been since he had laid eyes on that inimitable script?

He recalled long nights of practice, as the Himring winter temperatures made Maedhros’ fingers uncooperative and stiff.

The scratch of the pen nib, the spills of ink, muttered curses, and flares of temper. The determination to make the left as skilled as the right and even more so.