In the Forest: Night by Lferion

In the Forest: Night

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Celegorm knew Orome was testing him. And Vana. As was their right, and, not unreasonably, their responsibility. He had done stupid, irresponsible, downright cruel and unacceptable things after the Darkening, the Oath not least. Was he the tyger-monstrous, burning still, Morgoth’s creature willing or no? The tyger-wild, lost to law or language, a beast, for whom evil — or good — were irrelevant? Or the tyger-wise, with speech and self-control, capable of mercy, reflection, remorse?

(He was certain his choices were all tygers — no lamb he, nor nightingale, certainly not a child, for all his hands, remade, were tender as a babe’s)

Was it a test of choice or discovery? He would refuse the monster, if it were choice. Mandos had taught him that. He hoped he'd chose the wise, not the wild, despite the draw of the one and the worry-weight of the other. It would not be impossible, this hunt that was asked of him. Had been offered him. A fair chance to demonstrate his heart, the shape of his spirit, what work he had done in the Halls (the Halls' stables). It wasn't a competition, but it was a test, a trial.

Best he get on with it, then.

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