Traitor
Daeron moved through the corridors of Menegroth as silently as a shadow. The light of torches glinted on his silver flute, and leaves clung to the hem of his robe.
He stopped before the door to his king's chamber and raised one hand to knock.
Wait, a voice in his mind screamed. She will hate you forever… Lúthien will never forgive you!
He bit his lip, closing his eyes for one brief moment. Yet if I do not, and she falls because of it, I will never forgive myself.
He knocked on the thick wooden door.
I love you, Lúthien.
A birthday drabble for Elena Tiriel on HASA.
Author's Notes:
seeing-spots: I'm glad you liked Maglor! He really is a tragic character. At first, I had wanted to end it with something cheerful, but Maglor's story just doesn't end cheerfully. Thank you!
Avalon Estel: Thank you; I'm glad you liked it! Maglor is one of my favorites, too. Before I heard of drabbling, I never thought that 100 words could say so much, but now that I have to pay attention to every single word, I love them. Of these five, I think my favorite is either Wind or Fire. But that's just me, and I like them all. (blushes) Yes, try again! It's like writing poetry, really, except that it's prose.
Ellfine: Thank you! Maglor's life really is depressing, but even so, I love him. And as for Glorfindel and Ecthelion... only Glorfindel could see an Elf-lord so humiliated and end up making him laugh about it. What a friendship. Thank you very much!
kingmaker: The second one is my personal favorite, and the fifth one is the one I struggled with the most, actually. Maglor wanted to go on and on about the gulls, but I only had 100 words to work with! I always read Maglor's end and feel horribly sorry for him... of all the brothers, I think he got the worst fate, and he didn't deserve that. Thank you!
If I missed anyone (and I don't think I did, since I triple-checked this time), I am very sorry, and it's not intentional!