Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

Unque (hollow)

An Angband escapee.
(References to captivity and injuries.  Drabble)

His body trembled as he leveraged the iron band, heedless of the raw flesh and blood.  An abrupt lurch and it slid off, hitting the ground with a dull thud and a clatter of chain.

He panted in shock, in relief.

Narrowing tunnels with jagged sides grabbed his skin and clothes as he scrambled onward toward a faint hope of escape.  He crawled at the last, desperate, gasping for air as darkness pressed in from all sides.

Then it was gone, fallen away, and Gwindor was free.  Cool, bare ground beneath his feet; hollow eyes filled with tears and starlight.