Holiday Party Instadrabbling by elennalore
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Summary:
Two drabbles written at the Holiday Party instadrabbling event.
1. Maedhros almost (but not quite) makes his little brothers cry. Russingon. Valinor, Years of the Trees.
2. Sauron does something genuinely nice to someone. Tol Sirion, First Age.
Major Characters: Fingon, Maedhros, Sauron
Major Relationships: Fingon/Maedhros
Artwork Type: No artwork type listed
Genre: Fixed-Length Ficlet
Challenges: Holiday Party
Rating: Teens
Warnings: Violence (Mild)
This fanwork belongs to the series
Chapters: 2 Word Count: 259 Posted on 3 January 2022 Updated on 3 January 2022 This fanwork is complete.
Spies! (Russingon)
Drabble 1 (100 words on Word): Maedhros almost (but not quite) makes his little brothers cry.
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Two pairs of eyes stared at them in the open window. Maitimo was furious.
“Who gave you the right to spy on us?!”
Findekáno peeked out from under the bedsheets, curious to see the spies himself.
“He’s not supposed to be in your bed!” one of the twins argued. Which one, Findekáno was not sure.
“He had a nightmare and got scared,” Maitimo said.
Findekáno waved them happily.
The twins were not buying that explanation. “Adults don’t have nightmares! We’ll tell Atar!”
“You won’t, or I’ll tell him who mixed up his chemicals!”
The twins’ eyes widened. “You wouldn’t!”
Truce.
Random acts of Kindness (Sauron)
Drabble and a half (150 words on Word): Sauron does something genuinely nice to someone. CW for injury (not graphic).
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A human girl was trapped in a wolf trap. She had exhausted herself while trying to free herself. Now she just cried, her leg in pain.
Sauron hated those wolf traps. Elves had left them all around the land after he had taken control of Tol Sirion. Many of his wolves had suffered because of them. And now this girl. Where had she even come from?
“I was picking mushrooms in the forest, and suddenly... oh no, horrible jaws biting my ankle!”
She suffered just like his wolves. He had not always been there in time for his wolves, but he could help this little girl. She had done nothing wrong.
He sang a song of metal, and the jaws opened. The girl collapsed on the mossy ground, sobbing.
“Thank you, mister! Are you a wizard? That was magic! Please, take my basket of mushrooms as a token of gratitude!”
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