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More drabbling
Aug. 11th, 2005 09:43 pmAs per the request I recieved for a Maedhros drabble.
Conflict
The flames dance in the corner of my eyes, unavoidable, no matter how I try. They dance and taunt me - I should have tried harder to sway my father from this course of action. I failed and now all I can do is stand aside.
Yet who am I to sway my father from anything? Never has he listened to council, going so far as to drive my mother away. I am but the first of seven sons, an heir by virtue of good timing. Or bad, perhaps, for what am I heir to now, but blood and grief?
I understand my father’s quest, his love of that which he created. I understand it and I will aid him as I have sworn. Yet here, now, as I feel the heat on my body and the smell of the White Ships burning I think only ‘we should not have done this’.
~End~
Conflict
The flames dance in the corner of my eyes, unavoidable, no matter how I try. They dance and taunt me - I should have tried harder to sway my father from this course of action. I failed and now all I can do is stand aside.
Yet who am I to sway my father from anything? Never has he listened to council, going so far as to drive my mother away. I am but the first of seven sons, an heir by virtue of good timing. Or bad, perhaps, for what am I heir to now, but blood and grief?
I understand my father’s quest, his love of that which he created. I understand it and I will aid him as I have sworn. Yet here, now, as I feel the heat on my body and the smell of the White Ships burning I think only ‘we should not have done this’.
~End~
