The Fall of Eregion by StarSpray

The Fall of Eregion

The dead have no mouths, and cannot scream. That does not stop Curufin from trying as he watches Vairë’s tapestries ravel before his eyes. Red, orange, black—lurid colors that have no place over Ost-in-Edhil, over the holly groves of Eregion, that beautiful realm that his son made.

The land is laid to waste, brown threads weaving together over what was once lush and green; the holly trees burn. The gates of Khazad-dûm are shut, their shining letters dimmed; the river is choked with death. Ost-in-Edhil burns. His son’s wrecked body is raised as a banner—and though he searches, Curufin cannot find Celebrimbor in Mandos. Another cruel trick of Námo, surely—

He does not want to be found. Nienna comes, weeping the tears that Curufin cannot. She folds his spirit into her embrace, and, spent from grief and rage, he quiets, and lets her.