Daily (ish) Snippet
Mar. 28th, 2020 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriFrom a piece that is going to go with my A Path From the Fire AU, set just after the Fall of Gondolin.
Fingon untangles himself some from Aredhel, and reaches out to grab hold of Turgon as she had over Gondolin. Leading them through halls that bend strangely and make her wonder if it is possible to have a headache without a head to ache.
Yet all that is forgotten when they reach a space that holds familiar faces. Her father, summer sky and midnight stars. Her uncle, all bright flame, gold and red and sun warm. Steely Caranthir and mirror‒polished Curufin. Golden Elenwë already wrapping around Turgon.
And beyond hope, curling around her with murmurs and joy‒lightened grief. Safe. He is safe. Safe. Safe. The chant echoes between them, the fierce and sharp hope that had kept her fighting until blood ran thin and flames burned too deep.
Nothing else matters now. She can rest here, with her beloveds, and she can know her son lives, and all else is the concerns of the living.
Fingon untangles himself some from Aredhel, and reaches out to grab hold of Turgon as she had over Gondolin. Leading them through halls that bend strangely and make her wonder if it is possible to have a headache without a head to ache.
Yet all that is forgotten when they reach a space that holds familiar faces. Her father, summer sky and midnight stars. Her uncle, all bright flame, gold and red and sun warm. Steely Caranthir and mirror‒polished Curufin. Golden Elenwë already wrapping around Turgon.
And beyond hope, curling around her with murmurs and joy‒lightened grief. Safe. He is safe. Safe. Safe. The chant echoes between them, the fierce and sharp hope that had kept her fighting until blood ran thin and flames burned too deep.
Nothing else matters now. She can rest here, with her beloveds, and she can know her son lives, and all else is the concerns of the living.