"Tengwar" ficlets by chrissystriped

Ampa - Hook

Maedhros prepares for a fight.

Maedhros stood still with difficulty while his servants dressed him in his armour. He was quivering with impatience, waiting to storm off, towards the enemy.

He was finally strong enough again to fight and he ached to make the orcs pay for his suffering — if he couldn’t get Morgoth himself.

Finally his armour was on, his sword at his hip and his prosthesis changed. He screwed a hook — sharpened to a wicked tip — into the cap over his stump.

“Lets make them bleed”, he told his lieutenant with a wild grin.

He would make the orcs fear him -- the elf who’d survived the torment of Angband and had gotten away.