The Long Arm of the Law by Elrond's Library  

The Long Arm of the Law

four word prompt: guilt, law, soon, worry

Turgon wrote the law. He had no excuse. He could not make an exception. He wrote the law, and, as such, the law demanded blood. Never mind that Gondolin was already lost. Never mind that Maeglin had confessed, had thrown himself at Turgon’s feet, in vain hope that Turgon would save him from the long arm and strong hammer of law. Guilt lay in the hollow of his throat. Aredhel’s boy, thrall and traitor. Close, too close, in his heart. Maeglin was as a son to him.

“Be still,” he commanded. “Worry not. It will all be over soon.”

And Maeglin fell.