Needling pride by Rhapsody

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Needling pride


 

A deafening silence enveloped him, tugging at his fëa to answer to the accusations just cast. Some fëar reacted furiously: their minds prickled him like small needles.

Murderer! Slayer of my child!

What about our dreams? What about our sacrifices, the loved ones we lost so that your child could sleep safely in the homes we defended with our blood?

“Nelyafinwë, what do you have to say in defence for these cruelties in threefold?”

Is that all I have to face judgement for? Maedhros wondered.

“I have not, for our actions tell our tale.” The audacious pride reigned once again.

 


Chapter End Notes

 

Nelyafinwë = Maedhros' father name.


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