Collection of Potluck Drabbles by Artano

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Lead/Collar/Chaos/Grateful

In which Finrod has PTSD after the Dagor Bragollach


The collar around Finrod's neck flashes in the light, blinding Edrahil briefly as he follows his lord through the crowds filling the great hall.  Laughter and music swirl around them, the chaos of the festival flooding their senses.  Suddenly a torch passes by Finrod's head, grazing his hair, and he freezes, eyes widening.  Immediately, Edrahil catches his hand and turns, leading him towards a dark corner.

"It's alright, Finrod," he murmurs. "I'm here.  That battle was a long time ago."

After a moment, Finrod blinks, eyes focusing on Edrahil. Taking a shuddering breath, he whispers gratefully, "Thank you, my friend."


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