Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

Yanta (bridge)

One fear.
(No warnings.  Drabble)

It might not have been a great philosophical question for the ages, but he found himself pondering the subtle distinction between ‘height’ and ‘depth’ which was newly impressing itself upon his senses.

Surely standing upon a mountain peak and standing upon a chasm’s edge was irrelevant in terms of the distance down; different perhaps only in the ability to see the bottom.  But that, as it was turning out, was distinction enough.

Celebrimbor swallowed past the lump in his throat and forced a weak smile.  

“Narvi, my friend, I find myself quite unable to cross, impressive as the bridge is.”