Swan Song by Rhapsody

Swan Song

I hear my kin crying from outrage, the boots on my deck dance around others. There is blood, pain, wounds, and so many deaths. Then there is silence, shortly followed by commands barked. My brother bolts and screams his protest against such harsh treatment.

‘We are taking this one.’ A gentle voice says. His movements are calm, but I can feel how he shakes when he sits down for a moment. ‘I am so sorry.’ I hear the regret in his voice and I give in to his demand to set sail and do what others cannot: leaving Alqualondë behind.