"Tengwar" ficlets by chrissystriped

Umbar - Fate

Námo remains silent.

Námo sat silently and watched. Manwe was speaking to Melkor, allowing him to go among the people of Aman.

There was no malice in his prisoner’s bearing, he hid his true feelings well. But Namo knew the truth, he saw the road before them clearly, and said nothing.

What would happen, had to happen. It was in the Music. It was played. It could not be changed now.

Inside, Námo wept for the evil that would come of this decision. He wept for the pain it would cause Manwe. But it had to be.

The choice was Melkor’s and he’d made it long ago.