Sparks Amid the Dark by Isilme_among_the_stars
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Summary: "The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” -The Fellowship of the Ring, Book 2, Chapter 6 "Lothlórien" A collection of drabbles exploring the beauty of mingled joy, hope and sorrow in Tolkien's world. Major Characters: Fingon Major Relationships: Fingon & Maedhros Genre: Fixed-Length Ficlet Challenges: Rating: Teens Warnings: Mature Themes |
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| Chapters: 2 | Word Count: 200 |
| Posted on 11 May 2025 | Updated on 11 May 2025 |
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This fanwork is a work in progress. | |
A Lament for Innocence Lost
Fingon grieves for a broken Maedhros, and the life they once shared.
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Last summer, we were mere boys. Cosseted in warm golden fields, racing headlong as our horses’ hooves turned up clods of perfect earth. Our tryst stolen from beneath the noses of our warring fathers. Our laughter rang from the shores to the hills.
Time has changed. Last summer was an age ago. Winter, dark and desperate, lasted as long as I could remember, biting, clawing, and freezing until I felt no more alive than the ice beneath my feet. Then came a sunrise and a song. And you, cousin, broken by my own hand. Will we ever laugh together again?
Chapter End Notes
This drabble was originally created during Instadrabbling on SWG's discord, using the word prompt: summer, long, time, last.
All the Sweeter for its Transience
Fingon finds an unexpected moment of joy in the night time on a visit to Nargothrond.
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I cradle you in the crook of my arm. Sleep eludes me, even as it claims you, softens you against my breast. Sweet Finduilas, how small and innocent you are! A spark so bright in this moonless night.
Many think this prosperity will last the age, naming it already The Long Peace. I know better. Ever I ride to the brink of darkness, watchful for the day I can no longer keep it at bay. Fear of ruin haunts my dreams. Yet it cannot steal away such joys as we find. For a time, sweet Finduilas, we will both rest.
Chapter End Notes
This drabble evolved from one I wrote during Instadrabbling on SWG's discord for the prompt: close, reach, safe sight.
