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adventdrabblesTitle: "Humbug"
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing: Fingon/Maedhros
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
“Why are you not at the feast?” I asked.
Fingon favored me with an unimpressed expression.
“Because you are not,” he said.
In truth, Turuhalmë never failed to make me a little melancholy. The feast marked the turn of the year, when the days began to lengthen, and so was called a festival of light. Yet half a year hence the days would grow shorter once more as darkness returned.
“There are some who can rejoice in light even as the shadow deepens, but not I,” I said, more tartly than Fingon deserved. He only smiled.
“I can,” he said.
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing: Fingon/Maedhros
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
“Why are you not at the feast?” I asked.
Fingon favored me with an unimpressed expression.
“Because you are not,” he said.
In truth, Turuhalmë never failed to make me a little melancholy. The feast marked the turn of the year, when the days began to lengthen, and so was called a festival of light. Yet half a year hence the days would grow shorter once more as darkness returned.
“There are some who can rejoice in light even as the shadow deepens, but not I,” I said, more tartly than Fingon deserved. He only smiled.
“I can,” he said.
