A series of hundred word drabbles about the life of Fingolfin. Please R& R
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….but Fingolfin was the strongest.
-- The Silmarillion
With his blade at my breast and his eyes burning into mine, I am strong.
I loathe him for the pain he causes, yet I will not raise my hand against him. Ever stronger then he, how he hates me for it.
He fears me for it. He knows that I have this one power greater then his. My heart less fiery, less perfect, but its beat is steady, under my control.
He wants me to strike him, to give him reason to kill me. He wishes me to be as he is… weak.
But I turn away.