The Mole by Anérea  

The Mole

Warning for implied past torture.

Maeglin emerged from the tunnel high in the Echoriad, blinking in the full bright moonlight. Inexplicable tears blurred his sight and for a moment it seemed that the moon split into two brilliant gems atop a menacingly dark, looming presence — but then the vision was gone. A residual sense of foreboding and fear he could not place lingered for another moment before that too faded from his memory, replaced by a vague yet urgent sense there was something he should do, to avert — something ...

Maybe it would come to him later.

He wiped his hand across his eyes, confused by the presence of the moisture. He shrugged. Taking a few deep breaths of the crisp night air, cool and refreshing, he began making his way home to Gondolin, a soft welcoming glow in the valley far below.

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