Survivors: A Pair of Drabbles by Himring
Fanwork Notes
Warnings for themes of grief/mourning for both drabbles, in the case of the second drabble also reference to previous sufferings of a child (as implied in canon).
The first drabble was written for the prompt words decay, tunnel, dark, foresight, and the location prompt Mount Dolmed, with some further inspiration from that prompt.
The second drabble was written for the prompt words: keep, swallow, survival, camp, and the location prompt Mount Rerir, with some further inspiration from that prompt.
Both of these drabbles are 100 words in MS Word.
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Summary:
Written for an Insta-drabbling challenge for Orctober prompts, but not horror (or fluff either): two drabbles about survivors, Maglor and Haleth.
Major Characters: Haleth, Maglor
Major Relationships:
Artwork Type: No artwork type listed
Genre: Fixed-Length Ficlet
Challenges: Orctober
Rating: Teens
Warnings: Check Notes for Warnings
This fanwork belongs to the series
Chapters: 2 Word Count: 202 Posted on 15 November 2024 Updated on 15 November 2024 This fanwork is complete.
Same Place, Another Time.
Wandering Maglor returns to Mount Dolmed
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Maglor takes shelter from a storm in a tunnel under Mount Dolmed. The Dwarven mine farther in has fallen into decay. He remembers they were here after the Dagor Nirnaeth Arnoediad. How desperate they were—and yet lacking in foresight how much more might yet be lost, how much farther they had to fall! In the dark, he hears the thundering sound of breakers borne up from the coast below. He closes his eyes and pretends defiantly that what he hears is only the gale in the branches of the forest, that not far off Caranthir’s keep still stands unconquered…
Aunt and Nephew
Haleth with her nephew Haldan.
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Haleth is still getting used to the fact of her survival. When she and Caranthir have finished barking at each other, as they do, she crosses the camp to find her orphaned nephew. Haldan immediately crawls into her lap, as soon as she sits down, like a much younger child. She shares the honeycomb with him that Caranthir brought with the rest of the supplies from his keep somewhere farther north, a small piece for herself, the larger for him. He needs feeding up, after all that. She finds herself swallowing tears down with the sweetness, although Haldan doesn’t see.
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