Tengwar Drabbles by cílil  

Unque

Maeglin's mining efforts go south - or rather, too deep.

He shouldn't have done this. Shouldn't have mined so far away from Gondolin, not this mountain, not at this depth, whatever his mistake was.

Now Maeglin stands in pitch-black darkness, lost in a hollow cavern in the depths, eyes wide yet unseeing.

Here in the silence of Arda's bosom, his breath is too loud.

Inevitably, his gaze is drawn to the only source of light — a pair of fiery, glowing eyes opening slowly.

Maeglin has been spotted, and the rumbling noise of something rising in the dark sends a shudder down his spine.

"Hello, little Elf," a deep voice purrs.