Súlimëo Quentar: March Stories by Elleth

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Curse from Afar

After the encounter with Beleg on Amon Rudh, Mîm swears vengeance.

A drabble according to Open Office.


The blade that drinks his blood is black, strangely shining; dwarf-craft wrought by elven hands. It sings to him, piercing his body. Mîm has no time to wonder because he wants to live, but locks the song of the metal and the bladesmith's skill into himself, fleeing Beleg's reach.

In the dark caves that he finds, moist and cool, it is time to marvel, finally. Anglachel, the steel whispers from the edges of his wound, with malice toward the elf that wielded it, and Mîm chants his own curse and bloody blessing from afar: Die upon this blade yet, Beleg.


Chapter End Notes

Written for the following prompts:

O62: Dwarves of the First Age: Mîm and Beleg; Occupations: Bladesmith

N36: Landscape: Cave


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