Shattered Twilight
Title: Shattered Twilight
Fandom: J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion
Characters:Maeglin
Rating:PG
Format: ficlet, 222 words
Status:Complete, but unbetad so bear with me.
Summary: Maeglin cannot let go of his muse during his final moments
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make nothing financially off of this. Maeglin belongs to JRR Tolkien.
Author Notes: This ficlet is written in response to request from trekqueen on my LJ Drabble Request Challenge.
The perfect image of her started to haunt my dreams once I realised that the lady my mother always so fondly spoke off in her memories, was as beautiful as Varda’s stars. The first day I saw her and watched her graceful moves, I noticed the light in her eyes and became enchanted of her melodic voice ever since. My muse through words and tales, my passion once I was close to her. Her scent, her long silken hair, her soft hands that caressed my cheek on the day my father poisoned my mother. Ah, how I wished for your lips to touch. And how I craved to taste your sweetness, to make you mine by the bond of marriage and love. And yet, that Adan stole you away from me. From me! The righteous heir of your father’s throne. Have I not fought bitter battles on behalf of your father’s Kingdom? Have I not always stood by his side with council? Haven’t I been your champion? All these memories are engraved in my mind and even now, my beautiful Idril, you are the only thing I can think of while the wind cannot bear my weight and the cold air encompasses my body. Death will be imminent soon, my life is laid in ruin, and yet all I want is you.
Reviews from the old lj:
trekqueen
2006-05-05 10:05 pm UTC
ooooh creepy, I got shivers on those last couple lines! Even as he is about to face his own death, all he can think of is her... it is the entire essence of his existence and beyond. Yet there is an interesting juxtaposition between how her "perfect image" can "haunt" him. His movements between his desires for her to anger and negativity is great to show his insanity in being obsessed with Idril. Good work as always!! *hugs* Much thanks for the drabble!!!
Reply from the author:
2006-05-05 10:10 pm UTC
*blushes fiercely*
Thanks honey, wow, it was scaringly easily to crawl under his skin for this. Thank you for asking me to write this, it was quite a ride.
Fandom: J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion
Characters:Maeglin
Rating:PG
Format: ficlet, 222 words
Status:Complete, but unbetad so bear with me.
Summary: Maeglin cannot let go of his muse during his final moments
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make nothing financially off of this. Maeglin belongs to JRR Tolkien.
Author Notes: This ficlet is written in response to request from trekqueen on my LJ Drabble Request Challenge.
The perfect image of her started to haunt my dreams once I realised that the lady my mother always so fondly spoke off in her memories, was as beautiful as Varda’s stars. The first day I saw her and watched her graceful moves, I noticed the light in her eyes and became enchanted of her melodic voice ever since. My muse through words and tales, my passion once I was close to her. Her scent, her long silken hair, her soft hands that caressed my cheek on the day my father poisoned my mother. Ah, how I wished for your lips to touch. And how I craved to taste your sweetness, to make you mine by the bond of marriage and love. And yet, that Adan stole you away from me. From me! The righteous heir of your father’s throne. Have I not fought bitter battles on behalf of your father’s Kingdom? Have I not always stood by his side with council? Haven’t I been your champion? All these memories are engraved in my mind and even now, my beautiful Idril, you are the only thing I can think of while the wind cannot bear my weight and the cold air encompasses my body. Death will be imminent soon, my life is laid in ruin, and yet all I want is you.
Reviews from the old lj:
trekqueen
2006-05-05 10:05 pm UTC
ooooh creepy, I got shivers on those last couple lines! Even as he is about to face his own death, all he can think of is her... it is the entire essence of his existence and beyond. Yet there is an interesting juxtaposition between how her "perfect image" can "haunt" him. His movements between his desires for her to anger and negativity is great to show his insanity in being obsessed with Idril. Good work as always!! *hugs* Much thanks for the drabble!!!
Reply from the author:
2006-05-05 10:10 pm UTC
*blushes fiercely*
Thanks honey, wow, it was scaringly easily to crawl under his skin for this. Thank you for asking me to write this, it was quite a ride.