Midwinter 2020 Instadrabbling by Lindariel

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Chapter 1

Menegroth, 503.  Prompts:  funeral, ambassador, Maia, forsake.


Dior slumped upon the carven throne in recognition.

The ambassador from Tol Galen placed the battered case in his lap and lowered his gaze again before answering the unspoken question.

"At the last your parents eschewed the funeral rites of Men and Elves. We lay them together in your mother's garden, marked only by a carpet of niphredil."

Dior opened the case and lifted the storied necklace from its pillow. He fancied he could still see blood -- his father's, his grandfather's -- dimming the lambent gem.

"I will not forsake their memories," sighed the quarter-Maia, and donned the necklace.


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