Fourteenth birthday drabble!
Arandil (arandil13) wrote me this drouble, featuring my beloved Nerdanel and Feanor. I gave her special permission to write angsty, because she said her muses wouldn't give her anything else.
Truth by Arandil (arandil13)
"Is there truth in the whisperings I hear? They say you murdered your mother."
A powerful fury flashed through his eyes and Nerdanel saw his jaw clench even tighter. For a moment she feared to breathe until she saw the anger replaced by a deep sorrow. He held her gaze but his response was barely audible.
"Do you believe them to be true?"
Nerdanel’s heart filled with compassion, but it was not enough to overcome her disquiet. How to answer such a question of someone she barely knew? She focused her eyes on a point in the distance so she no longer had to bear the intensity of his gaze. It was wreaking havoc on her nerves, even if there was something about it that thrilled her.
"People who are capable of kin slaying are said to have no fea," she mused to herself. Turning her attention back to him, she continued. "But yours burns stronger than most." She watched his face, intent on catching any reaction to what she had said. His eyes no longer gave away what he was feeling as he waited silently to hear her judgment.
"No, Curufinwe. I do not believe any of the whispers."
Truth by Arandil (arandil13)
"Is there truth in the whisperings I hear? They say you murdered your mother."
A powerful fury flashed through his eyes and Nerdanel saw his jaw clench even tighter. For a moment she feared to breathe until she saw the anger replaced by a deep sorrow. He held her gaze but his response was barely audible.
"Do you believe them to be true?"
Nerdanel’s heart filled with compassion, but it was not enough to overcome her disquiet. How to answer such a question of someone she barely knew? She focused her eyes on a point in the distance so she no longer had to bear the intensity of his gaze. It was wreaking havoc on her nerves, even if there was something about it that thrilled her.
"People who are capable of kin slaying are said to have no fea," she mused to herself. Turning her attention back to him, she continued. "But yours burns stronger than most." She watched his face, intent on catching any reaction to what she had said. His eyes no longer gave away what he was feeling as he waited silently to hear her judgment.
"No, Curufinwe. I do not believe any of the whispers."