A Common Blue by Himring  

A Common Blue

Maybe it was the butterfly. Lost in a broken land, he could so easily have died. But at some point, it fluttered past his eyes, carried on a random gust of wind, like a small scrap of thin pale blue cloth. An ordinary butterfly, incredibly fragile to have survived so far among the forces of nature unleashed. The ocean roared. The earth rumbled, dunes sliding. The air was electric with lighting. The butterfly flew south, wafted by air currents. Maglor followed it some way, until he lost it, bereft again,  but then came other things, tiny hints pointing him onward. 

Chapter End Notes

"Common Blue" is the name of a kind of butterfly.

Also as a late submission for the Maglor Day of Feanorian Week on Tumblr.

100 words in MS Word.