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The degree of civilisation of a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
Rated: Author Chooses Not to Rate
Characters: Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Idril, Maeglin, Rog, Turgon
Warnings: Author Chooses Not to Warn
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 6052 Read: 58
Published: March 08, 2017 Updated: March 08, 2017
This was written for the February Challenge SWG "Revolutions". I got the prompt to use the song from Bob Dylan - "The times they are a-changin". The text is great, but I didn't know what to do with it,... until I got all fired up about Maeglin again. I must thank inkstranger and maylovely for providing the basis for this fic. The regular exchanges of headcanons was great motivation to put some of it in writing. Otherwise, ... the use of the theme involves less pitchforks and more political intrigues.
Short Warning: The story isn't beta read yet. Just finished it in time for the challenge.
Iôn - Son Haru - [Q] Grandfather