Drabble-poems by Flora-lass  

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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.

Fanwork Information

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
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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.


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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.


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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.


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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.


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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.


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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.


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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.


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