Súlimëo Quentar: March Stories by Elleth

Sunset Into Night

Maglor and his wife share a moment. Not much later, tragedy strikes in form of the Dagor Bragollach.

(Offscreen character death, war.) A double-drabble according to Open Office.

Maglor draped an arm around Lasbaneth. The westering sun tinted Lothlann's brittle winter grasslands golden. Below them, a herd of horses racing for the joy of it shook the ground.

"Do you still regret coming here?" he asked as she rested her head on his shoulder. In this light, his wife's hair shone honey-coloured, and he pressed a kiss to her braids when he noticed her look to the North where sunset was faltering in unnatural shadow.

"No," Lasbaneth replied eventually. "Not entirely. Even so vulnerable to the North... there runs our cavalry. It helps me trust in our safety."

-

With battle over, the cavalry returned. His burning fortress shone a ghastly, flickering, livid light, but Maglor raised his lamp all the same. Blackened grass for miles, a trample of orcish boots and dragon's claws. His face, in the blue glare of the crystal, might have been a stone mask. His horse stomped; lowering the light threw him into shadow.

Outriders returned. "No tracks leading from the keep, my lord," one called.

Lasbaneth, he realized. My people. Dead. Maglor choked down grief and guilt. No. His men still relied on him.

"We try for Himring!" Maglor cried. They began moving.

Chapter End Notes

Written for the following prompts:

B9: Artifacts: Feanorian Lamp; Weapons and Warfare: Cavalry

B4: Silmarillion Fanon: Maglor the Mighty Wimp