At The Feet Of The Oath by Gabriel  

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Fanwork Notes

This fic was written for the Scavenger Hunt Challenge. I decided to enter this challenge with only a week to go and at the eleventh hour after much toil and confusion about where this or that should go, I asked on the SWG discord for much needed help! And Rohan answered!

A very heartfelt thank you to Anerea for her last minute beta of this intriguing story. She was such a tremendous help and a wonderfully empowering when I honestly thought all was lost.

Prompts for this challenge: ‘Turn over a new leaf’ and a quote from a poem Tolkien wrote:

 ‘The shades of evening loom 

Beneath the hills, and palely bloom                      

Night-flowers white and sweet’


 

I must disclose that there is a mention of Celegorm Feanorian in the form of a memory.


This is just the beginning of this story. There will definitely be more.

Fanwork Information

Summary:




When a Feanorian believes he has been betrayed, history shows; all love, alliances and bridges are burned.

 

 


 

Major Characters: Sons of Fëanor

Major Relationships:

Genre: Adventure, Drama, Family, Mystery

Challenges: Scavenger Hunt

Rating: Teens

Warnings: Violence (Mild)
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 303
Posted on Updated on

This fanwork is a work in progress.

At The Feet Of The Oath

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As the last rays of the winter sun disappeared below the horizon a group of refugees trickled into a clearing at the base of a thundering waterfall, looking cold, weary, and bereaved.

The last of them, a tall figure shrouded in a March-warden’s green cloak, turned back to peer through the trees, silent and watchful. In the fading light the warrior searched for any sign that their small band was being followed. His gaze darted to a sudden rustle in the undergrowth some distance away, his hand swiftly gripping the hilt of a dagger fastened at his thigh. A deer walked slowly into view, then bounded away. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned to follow the others. Noticing he still wore his Feanorian signet ring he hurriedly tugged it off his finger, taking care to conceal his movements as best he could, and tucked it away in a pocket of his tunic.

Clutching his side and swallowing back a wave of nausea, he steered away from the Iathrim refugees near the base of the waterfall and slipped gingerly onto one of the many boulders strewn haphazardly around the floor of the ravine. Shrugging off his hood he glanced down at his bloodstained hand, grimacing as the wound beneath was exposed. With a halting breath he looked away, trying to compose himself. 

Curse you, Tyelko! he thought, with a flash of anger. But just as quickly as it had arisen the anger subsided, descending instead into grief.

“Traitor!” He recalled hearing his brother’s voice as Celegorm’s sword impaled him. 

“We had an agreement!” He heard himself roar back. 

He could see so clearly now what the oath had turned them all into. But really, what was he betraying? His father? His brothers? The oath?

They would forgive him. Eventually.


 

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