Flickers by Meril

Edged

Edged

So this is your "diversion"? Brother against brother, Aman's pureness marred by your steel cruelties?

'Finwë went to Indis' bed,' you say. 'My brothers deserve nothing.'

You may have intended differently, at first. Weapons to train, to test our skills.

But the swords do not threaten, my love.

You do.