Author's Note: On Finrod and the Darkness Unescapable. This one is notable as my first actual drabble that fits the hundred-word guideline. Any and all reviewers shall be loved.
Fear
Once I was alone; afraid in the dark, I sang loudly to frighten the fears away. Then he was there (my father) and clasped my hand and smoothed my hair and sang back to me, and the fear fled. That time I was saved.
Once I was nearly alone; afraid in the dark, I sang softly to frighten the fears away. But he was not there (my father) and the dark was upon us, and the fear would not flee; then I knew that the mortal must not die, and the undying could not live. That time he was saved.