Súlimëo Quentar: March Stories by Elleth

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A Thread, Pulled

Vairë weaves her tapestry, and something changes in Doriath...

AU, non-graphic character death. A drabble according to Open Office.


A thread pulls from the tapestry, and silver shears are quick to clip it.

The minstrel cries, "An evil walks the wood, away!" The maiden flees, hides herself in Thousand Caves, still hemlock in her hair. Above, the slow, dull thread of mortal feet falters, ceases as he falls. Doriath's archers swiftly restore peace, and take the ring from mortal hand. "A common thief," they say, dismissing,"'tis Finrod's sigil."

Thus, in Nargothrond still music plays. On Himring, Maedhros sits in gloom for years on end. In Angband, Morgoth is sensing uproar in the fabric of the world – he laughs.


Chapter End Notes

Some phrases are borrowed from the Lay of Leithian.

Written for the following prompts:

N38: AU Card: Lúthien never loved Beren


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