Drabble-poems by Flora-lass
Fanwork Notes
Poems of 100 words or under, often (but not always) about death. They're nearly all in the first person; please be warned that there's a lot of grief here.
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Summary:
All written for SWG instadrabbling sessions. Updated in January 2026 with Aredhel.
Major Characters: Morwen, Túrin, Beleg, Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli, Fëanor, Voronwë, Maeglin, Aredhel
Major Relationships: Beleg/Túrin, Gimli/Legolas, Morwen & Túrin, Aredhel & Maeglin
Genre: Poetry
Challenges:
Rating: Teens
Warnings: Character Death
This fanwork belongs to the series
Chapters: 7 Word Count: 650 Posted on Updated on This fanwork is a work in progress.
Fireweed
An abundance of Fs, in memory of Fëanor. The prompt was a picture of pink flowers (called fireweed) in a burnt landscape.
Read Fireweed
Flowers where Fëanor fell, when he flared and flew away.
Flowers where the Balrog's flames found him.
Flowers, where the Spirit of Fire faded and failed.
Flowers, where his family faced a future unforeseen and unfathomable.
Fireweed - all that remains of Curufinwë, firstborn of Finwë.
Journeying
Gimli rides behind Legolas, and dreams. For the prompt:
Your shoulder blade, your spine, were shorelines in the moonlight
New worlds for the weary, new lands for the living
Read Journeying
You always long to journey on
Well past my need for sleep
And Arod will bear us for as long as you ask.
So, with my head on your shoulder and your hair as a pillow
I dream of all we have seen and done,
And shall do and see,
Together in spirit even when apart.
The mountains and forests explored
The trees tended and caves perfected
The strong towers and bright gardens of Minas Tirith
The beauty of Ithilien and Aglarond.
And, at last, my friend and so much more,
Our journey over Sea, and the Undying Lands beyond.
The storm and the silence
Túrin mourns Beleg. For the prompts:
silence, thunder, guilt, secrets
A new grief opened inside me like an umbrella
All my books are lying useless now, all my maps will only show me how to lose my way
Read The storm and the silence
Your silence pounds in my ears like thunder
The thunder is the sound of my guilt
Guilt and grief explode within me
As the rain pours down and I long to drown
In the torrent of tears I do not shed.
Oh, the secrets we will never share!
I cannot bear to think of all you taught me
Which would help me find the way I no longer wish to take.
I sit and mourn as morning comes
As the rain dies away and the thunder fades
The world falls as silent as you
And I will be silent, too.
Still Loved
Morwen watches Túrin sleep, after Lalaith's death. The prompts were:
loved, still, gleaming, gold
We walk the hillside like lost souls in the night
Grief will teach you new names
Read Still Loved
You are still loved,
Though Lalaith has left us and laughter is stilled,
And discordant chords replace those sweet songs
As Húrin's harp breaks
In tune with my heart.
You are still loved, son of Húrin,
Though her gleaming golden hair is gone
And we are all dulled like lost souls in the dark.
You are still loved, son of Morwen,
Though you may not utter that one dear name,
And many new names await you.
You are still loved, my son,
Though I may not tell you until too late.
For you still live
And the Enemy lives also.
Between land and sea
Voronwë on the shore. For the prompts:
night, risk, old, fate and
I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore
Read Between land and sea
I sit between land and sea,
cast against this wall by a vast wave.
The long dark night of storms is over
and I am back where I was born,
Still young in years, yet old with weariness and loss.
For I have been saved from Ossë's wrath
But all my friends are gone.
The risk was too great,
for the sake of bright stars and a glimpse of cloudy maybe-mountains.
There is now no way West
and I know not where I should go.
But then, I turn from the Sea, and see him
And I feel my fate.
Flames of Ice
Maeglin's hopeless love. For the prompts:
pleasure, noble, fire, eyes
There's a hole in my pocket where my dreams fell through
Wintering with snow / That did not melt / It fell long ago / At night, by stealth
Read Flames of Ice
I never saw a princess among Elves before.
She started a fire in my soul
With her golden-silver light, and her noble gaze
Which once fell on me - and there was kindness in her eyes.
But I found no pleasure, for all the pain that followed
As my dreams died and I knew it could not be.
Then winter came, and turned each flame to ice,
Which burned just the same, but led me to the Enemy.
I was hounded by hope
And helped unleash a horror.
Alas! I turned on my beloved -
And now am lost to the abyss.
Leaving
Aredhel is dying, and thinking about Maeglin.
For the prompts:
guilt, law, soon, worry and I closed my eyes and tarried until the morning light.
Read Leaving
If I had never left Gondolin, my Lómion,
You never would have lived
And now I am here once more, with you,
I know I must soon leave again.
I close my eyes, because I cannot bear the worry in yours.
You hold my hand so tightly, but I have to let go
Since I may not tarry, even until morning.
Guilt gnaws at me, as great as your father's,
For the law of the City will leave you alone
But I believe your uncle and Itarillë will love you.
Be strong, my son,
And be not like Eöl!
Farewell.
Between land and sea
I like your Voronwe poem a lot!
Thank you! :)
Thank you! :)