Genres: Character Study, Stream-of-Consciousness
Rating: G
Reference: "And when the building of Menegroth was achieved, … the Naugrim yet came ever and anon over the mountains and went in traffic about the lands; but they went seldom to the Falas, for they hated the sound of the sea and feared to look upon it.…" (The Silmarillion, Chapter 10: Of the Sindar.)
Summary: Sometimes, it pays to heed the warnings of one's parent… Aza the Dwarf-lad finds it so, at least.
Mother told me not to go, but I told her I am a strong lad and would not be deterred.
Now I rue it bitterly, finding my feet quaking in my sturdy boots apt for working in a forge – but not for a place like this.
The waves run towards me as if hungry fingers about to take me into the unknown depths of that huge, huge expanse of dark-greyish-blue saltwater whence they came. The sea roars mightily from a distance, as if a beast about to swallow me hole.
And I would not be able to fight back, helpless in that ever-moving, ever-changing, ever-powerful grasp…
I turn around and flee.
