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
When I was a boy all I longed for was my brother's love, I needed him. I grew to understand that he gave love to few people, and certainly not those that had a claim on his father. Soon, I grew to love what he might have been to me. Ages passed, and he changed.
Into a monster.
All that love had been given to that which cannot love back. But when all that bound us together was ended, he was all I had of my father. So, I went with him, because now he needed me too.
I thought