Author's Notes:
Enjoy.
Disclaimer:
All recognizable characters such as Mablung and Nienor do not belong to me. I am not getting paid for this story; its purpose is enjoyment only. Any inconsistencies, canon, spelling, grammar errors or creative licenses are the fault of the author.
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Swayed
By: The Lady of Light
"You are afraid."
How little you know of it!
"I will not be swayed. Not by your fear or my mother's."
Mablung looked down into the daughter of Morwen's child-face as though into a stranger's. Gone was the waif-like exile of Dor-lómin he had taken before the King, gone the gaunt-eyed child who had stared with awe at the pillared halls and caverns of Thingol.
Now she dressed in the Doriath elves' garb: mailed hauberk like ice under moonlight, blue cloak as dark as dusk. In the waif's place stood a woman.
Seek not who you have lost! Stay safe, stay here. All cautions lodged in his throat before her queenly visage and he turned aside so he would not see her eyes. If he had known in that moment what his cowardice would cost him and the lives of those he loved, he might have persuaded her then. But he did not.
Author's Notes: Polite criticism is very much appreciated.
