Atlanta Black

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Word Count: 7,180
Relationships: Eärendil/Elwing • Elwing & Maedhros & Maglor
( Content Warnings )
Summary:

She sits alone in her room and pulls the silmaril out. Stares at it in the dark until the light makes her cry. Weighs the blood of her kin staining the Fëanorians hands against the yet unspilled blood of the people she’s been told are her responsibility. Holds the question she’s never been able to answer in her hands and makes herself think — what makes a monster? She knows what her advisors say. She knows what her people whisper. She knows their blood will run red regardless of which set of monsters end up finally coming for them.

or: Elwing is sixteen when she finally comprehends the brutality of the war ravaging Beleriand, when she realizes what it means to be told the people of Sirion are hers to protect. She is sixteen and helplessly in love and her advisor tells her that she is safe in Sirion and she cannot believe him. She comes up with a plan to fix it.
( i don't want suffering to offer its thesis )


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