Written for lotr_community's February challenge: The Dark Side of Love Required elements: flow, end, bind, rushes, utmost, aged, rapid, yaw Summary: The master of doom, by doom mastered. Word Count: 400
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A smile, brief and sharp, flashed across his face, like the plummeting star that flares bright and then rushes into darkness. Beneath his feet he could feel the earth pitch and yaw as though it knew his mind and revolted.
Gurthang glinted darkly, and he beheld it with eyes unblinking. Its black point beckoned, inveigling him with keen and hungry words: Bind yourself to me, Turambar. To me.
I know you do... and I really, really don't. I have tried really hard to like him. I have tried *particularly* hard to see what draws Beleg to him, either in a paternal *or* a romantic way... and I'm still at a loss. I feel bad for him; I know he's laboring under a terrible curse, I know Tolkien has carved out a hugely important place for him at the Last Battle-- so clearly Tolkien loves him as well-- but I just see an overly proud, petulant, self-pitying, dour, ungrateful, hothead who screws over Beleg (and then KILLS HIM-- even if it was an accident), screws over Gwindor, screws over Finduilas, and generally makes everyone miserable. I pity him, but that's about the best I can do. Not that this will stop me from attempting to find sympathy for him, but I will surprise myself if I ever do.
Very powerful and intense! I have just finished listening to the Children of Húrin audiobook on Saturday, so the story is still very fresh in my mind. This fits so perfectly, as if it were a part of the book.
Oh! This is amazing. You did a terrific jobs in a short piece. This is awesome. I just got back on the internet after over a week and ran into this! Wow! No wonder I missed it so much with such brilliant friends.
Thanks-- I like the challenges that involve trying to shoehorn specific words into a piece. They make my brain work in a slightly different way. I just hope next time it's something involving Hobbits and second breakfast. I need a break from the relentlessly dour.
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Gurthang glinted darkly, and he beheld it with eyes unblinking. Its black point beckoned, inveigling him with keen and hungry words: Bind yourself to me, Turambar. To me.
You made me cry. Brilliant
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