Many Journeys by Elleth

Hilt-First

For the prompt:
Lyrics and Poetry: “And all my swords have turned to words that blow like poems in the wind”

AU; Aredhel/Haleth.

Gondolin is snaring in its brightness, dulling blades into poetry that rings gently to the sound of a harp in a shut room, not the clash of metal and the free air that Aredhel longs for. So she flees, and wanders aimlessly, happily, eastward. There it is the very sound she missed - metal and the noise of fighting - that draws her, and after distrust passes, the women of that land open their ranks for her. Aredhel stands with their chieftain, and Haleth raises her voice in a battle song while her sword points, hilt-first and heart-high, for Aredhel to grasp.