Dark is the Night for All; Taking to the Water - Ship & Craft.
Challenge: Taking to the Water; craft & ship.
Author: Curiouswombat
Characters: The Teleri
Rating: PG
Source: Silmarillion
A pair of drabbles, written to also fulfil a prompt at B2MEM.
Some say that the Fëanorians invented the sword but they did not, for our forefathers who left Cuiviénen found danger and soon realised the need for weapons; the Fëanorians simply learnt how to perfect them. But whilst the royal family of the Noldor cannot be credited, or blamed, as the first to forge a sword, they were the first to wield them against their fellow elves….
The Valar promised peace and safety when they led us here; and now we stood in the ruins of our city, our ships gone, and our friends and family lying dead at our feet.
We mourned. Until now we had never needed such a word but now we found one.
Fëanor had said he would return our ships. We waited. With swords. They would not have sailed them away again. But they never came.
Now we had nothing but memories of the slain, of the ships, even of light, for it was darker now than ever it had been since Varda sang the trees.
Then came the sun; painfully bright where it revealed the bloodstains still remaining, then gone. But soon we learnt to value day and turn our hands back to our craft.
Author: Curiouswombat
Characters: The Teleri
Rating: PG
Source: Silmarillion
A pair of drabbles, written to also fulfil a prompt at B2MEM.
Some say that the Fëanorians invented the sword but they did not, for our forefathers who left Cuiviénen found danger and soon realised the need for weapons; the Fëanorians simply learnt how to perfect them. But whilst the royal family of the Noldor cannot be credited, or blamed, as the first to forge a sword, they were the first to wield them against their fellow elves….
The Valar promised peace and safety when they led us here; and now we stood in the ruins of our city, our ships gone, and our friends and family lying dead at our feet.
We mourned. Until now we had never needed such a word but now we found one.
Fëanor had said he would return our ships. We waited. With swords. They would not have sailed them away again. But they never came.
Now we had nothing but memories of the slain, of the ships, even of light, for it was darker now than ever it had been since Varda sang the trees.
Then came the sun; painfully bright where it revealed the bloodstains still remaining, then gone. But soon we learnt to value day and turn our hands back to our craft.