A Private Anger by Elrond's Library  

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A Private Anger

four word prompt: side, loathe, wave, absolute


The wave of revulsion rose, crested, broke him, broke inside him, shattered his trust and his care and his love and his very conception of family. Finrod’s heart beat in a furious tattoo of loathing, of absolute fury, his monumental hurt cradled in his soul, a songbird with a broken wing. 
“How dare you come here, how dare you return to my side, after what you’ve done?”
Curufin raised an eyebrow, impassive, leaning against the doorframe with the languid grace of a hunting-cat. “I dare your wrath, Felagund, for I thought you might prefer to lance your anger in private.”


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