Drabble-poems by Flora-lass  

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.

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.