Prompts: 'Storm' and 'War'
The lightning flashed across the sky and split the darkness open, light pouring from it like blood ebbing out of a fatal sword wound. Maglor flinched, the smell of blood and death filling his nose and bile rose in his throat. He choked it back down and drove his sword into another attacker's stomach. Torches flared up and Maglor could see the prize in the pale light. The swan boats sat in the crimson water, somehow managing to look proud and majestic while splattered with the blood of the innocent. For a split second, Maglor had time to wonder what the real point of all this was. Helpless, he fought on, something in his mind refusing to stop slaughtering. It was only after Valinor had faded from sight when Maglor realized what he had done and he buried his face in his hands and sobbed, silently thanking Eru for the simple mercy that allowed Fëanor to be on a different boat.