Jubilant Potluck by Grundy

The Fall

Prompts: Potluck "Material World" board metal, brick

Turgon's Rock Opera When The Levee Breaks

He understood, at the end, just how he had failed.

Love not too well the work of thy hands

But he had. He built his city with love. Every brick laid, every last bit of metalwork, had something of his thought and care, songs of protection sung into the bones of every building.

He can only hope the other half of the warning proves true – the true hope of the Noldor lieth in the West, and cometh from the Sea.

If any of his people survive, it is to the Sea they will flee.

He will not be among them.