The Capture of the Nightingale by Dwimordene
Title: The Capture of the Nightingale
Author: Dwimordene
Challenge: Writing: Notice/Sign/Inscription
Summary: On the ownership of words - the unhappy tale of Middle-earth’s first copyright infringement case.
Characters/Pairing: Daeron, Lúthien
Rating: T
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
Happy birthday, Starlight! Since you’ve been enjoying the writing challenge so much, this one’s for you!
The Capture of the Nightingale
The Sindar had always made signs - etched lined images of things precious into wood and stone. Fingers traced starlit marks and knew that slant, that slit, that gouge-mark like unto their things.
Noldorin marks had no thing-likeness - pleasing to eyes, not hands, they captured invisible sounds…
Daeron labored long, crafted letters to etch Sindarin and gave them away. But he kept a wood-slat trove, etching the name again and again…
When Lúthien found them, her cry bent the airs, her hands clapped thunder - his slats shattered!
“Touch me again,” she warned, as he quailed, “and thy name I shall obliterate!”
Author: Dwimordene
Challenge: Writing: Notice/Sign/Inscription
Summary: On the ownership of words - the unhappy tale of Middle-earth’s first copyright infringement case.
Characters/Pairing: Daeron, Lúthien
Rating: T
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
Happy birthday, Starlight! Since you’ve been enjoying the writing challenge so much, this one’s for you!
The Capture of the Nightingale
The Sindar had always made signs - etched lined images of things precious into wood and stone. Fingers traced starlit marks and knew that slant, that slit, that gouge-mark like unto their things.
Noldorin marks had no thing-likeness - pleasing to eyes, not hands, they captured invisible sounds…
Daeron labored long, crafted letters to etch Sindarin and gave them away. But he kept a wood-slat trove, etching the name again and again…
When Lúthien found them, her cry bent the airs, her hands clapped thunder - his slats shattered!
“Touch me again,” she warned, as he quailed, “and thy name I shall obliterate!”