"Tengwar" ficlets by chrissystriped

Anga - Iron

Rog resolves to survive.

(cw: slavery)

Rog hammered the glowing piece of metal furiously. He hated it and he hated his captors for making him hate it.

He’d found such joy in making things from copper and bronze and iron — as one of the few in his community. It had been important work, it had been art! They’d taken it from him and turned it into a vile thing. They forced him to make weapons to kill his kin.

He growled when a whip licked his back, but not too loudly. He did not want to end up in the fighting pits and be changed into one of Them.

He hardened his heart.

He would live.

He would escape.

He would make them pay.