The Mole by Anérea  

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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.


Chapter End Notes

Maeglin The Mole, a wee concept sketch

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