A Measure of Tears by Himring  

Three

The Aftermath: Idril in Gondolin

In the night, Idril walks along the street, bare feet on wet flagstones. A light drizzle is moistening her dress. Inside the houses, all over Gondolin, haunted soldiers have finally fallen asleep, those who are not in too much pain.

Idril is exhausted, too, from a long day of arranging care for those unable to do it for themselves. But she was not out there, did not see it for herself, that battle.

Now she cannot sleep, thinking of Hurin and Huor, those young boys—so eager to leave and do their part. What that part turned out to be!

Chapter End Notes

This section was written earlier for the June Insta-drabbling session on the SWG Discord.

The prompts were: 

why am I walking barefoot upon this road with no one around (Vienna Teng, "Momentum");

There is a music in the midst of desolation / And a glory that shines upon our tears ("For the Fallen", by Laurence Binyon).

100 words in MS Word.