Again many thanks to GG and the Lizard Council nitpickers.
For B2MeM 2011, Day Two: Defiance is defined as the willingness to contend or fight. Write a story or poem or create artwork where the characters defy authority in some way.
A young Gil-galad draws a conclusion about his future.
( Decision Point )
Many Journeys
In her youth she [Nerdanel] loved to travel far from the dwellings of the Noldor, either beside the Sea or in the hills; and thus she and Fëanor had met and were companions in many journeys.
(J.R.R. Tolkien, Morgoth's Ring)
December 2015
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Many thanks to GG for the nitpicking, and Elfscribe at the Lizard Council for the helpful suggestions. Originally written for the Cuiviénen challenge at B2MeM 2010 over at SWG, and then rather far from happy with it, I gave this some time to simmer and twisted and added a bit here and there. I abandoned the drabble format and introduced some different imagery that perhaps goes some way toward explaining Fingon's motives for the outcome of this AU, if you want to use the term motives at all.
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![]() My illustration for ![]() Now the lightnings increased and slew men upon the hills, and in the fields, and in the streets of the city; and a fiery bolt smote the dome of the Temple and shore it asunder, and and it was wreathed in flame. But the Temple itself was unshaken and Sauron stood there upon the pinnacle and defied the lightning and was unharmed; and in that hour men called him a god and did all that he would. (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, Akallabêth) And this is Pandemonium's take on the same scene. The wings of the clouds descended upon him like a falcon upon a hare. The swirling murk wrapped itself around the pinnacle. Thunder became castigation, and the wind-driven hail stung of punishment. "I am here, Mânawenûz," he whispered in his mother tongue. Then he lifted his voice, putting the power of the Ainur behind it so that he could be heard over the thunder and the howling wind, and he cried out in defiance: "Come! Come and take me, Eagles of Manwë!" Mairon spread his arms, turning his palms up and tilted his head back, exposing his throat, just as men's throats invited the holy blade during the sacrifices. He invited the lightning, but still he waited. Then it came. The first bolt struck the cage, wreathing it in white flame. The scent of ozone engulfed him. Mairon felt his heart skip a beat but watched entranced while the charge crackled around the copper bars, pleased and relieved that his device had worked according to theory. The lightning jabbed at him again and again, its claws trying to gain entry into the cage but finding none. Mairon smiled with triumph when the storm's talons were rendered impotent to harm him. [...] After throwing a final spear, the thunder grumbled with frustration, and the storm rolled away toward the eastern seas. The Zigûr returned to the temple then. They beheld him with wonder and blanched before his grim countenance. The gathered crowd parted to let him pass into the sanctuary. First one murmured it, then another, then more, their voices swelling as they followed the high priest into the temple: "He defied the lightning!" "The Zigûr turned back the spears of Manwë!" "He is a god. Yes, the Zigûr is a god!" Mairon turned his smile of satisfaction inward while his congregation clamored around him, keeping his face solemn while he walked toward his seat before the statue of Melkor, but he was well pleased: Let there be no doubt now. A fic inspired by this year's SWG B2MeM prompt 31: As a citizen of Middle-earth, one day you wake up with a choice: yesterday or tomorrow. Which would you pick and why? The marriage of Feanor and Nerdanel in five snapshots. Many thanks to Submissions for the Back to Middle-earth Month project at the Silmarillion Writers' Guild. It just occured to me to post something new here, and since these have not previously been shared (except in abovementioned project), I might as well put them up in this journal. On the betrayal of Gondolin. ( Betrayal ) There is rivalry between Feanor and Fingolfin. What about their wives? ( Rivalry - The Gift ) A poem in Adunaic (and its translation) on the Downfall of Númenor and what comes after. ( Downfall - Batîna (Roads) ) |