Gems of Arda
Two: Loss
The sea was choppy and wrathful, roiling and crashing against the shore. The sky above was slate gray and flat. Gulls cried eerily overhead, circling like vultures over carrion. Maglor stood by the seaside, his feet bare in the cold sand, his hand bandaged and clasped about the Silmaril in his palm. His face was streaked with bitter tears, and the harp on his back was silent.
Maedhros was gone.
The last of his family, the last bit of love he'd known, was dead, resting at the bottom of some endless chasm.
He flung the Silmaril out into the waves.
Reviewer Responses:
Kalayna: Thank you. I was aiming for bittersweet. Poor Finrod and Amarie!
ellfine: Thank you, too! Their story is so sad.