#instadrabble

[elennalore]

A drabble for @maedhrosmaglorweek Day 2: Kings. Written during SWG instadrabbling session. Prompts used: Mithrim, Leadership, Power dynamics, as well as these word prompts: empty, silent, dust, morning.

Drabble for Day 2 (100 words)

Nolofinwë comes to meet him across the lake one morning. Makalaurë falls silent after greetings, waiting. He has wanted to meet his uncle in the throne room, but now it feels stupid; the throne is empty, and neither of them mentions it.

Until.

“Findekáno is gone. I’m afraid that he has gone to the Iron Prison. He has been speaking of going to look for him.”

“Then we have lost him, too.”

Makalaurë wants to offer his condolences, but his mouth is too dry to speak. To do something, he wipes the dust from the throne seat with his hand.

[wolfwind3]

Fraught, Grandiose, Vilify, Nadir*

Fudge made his usual attempt to sweep onto the stage, but he was fairly certain it fell flat. If only he were tall and imposing! Then people would take him seriously. 

He cleared his throat and began his speech. He'd worked hard on it, but in the end, there was no way around the embarrassing truth: Voldemort had returned. 

There was a moment of fraught silence. Then the room exploded with questions. 

Fudge did his best to keep them focused on the real problem, fighting Death Eaters, and not on questioning why he hadn't done anything sooner. It was difficult.

*I was feeling particularly uninspired today, so I went back to my Instadrabbling roots: 4 words, 15 minutes. I decided not to use every word in the text of the drabble because it felt too much like a vocabulary assignment, but the meanings are all there.

[elennalore]

A drabble (100 words) about Halbrand (RoP verse) for this lyrics prompt from Vienna Teng: why am I walking barefoot upon this road with no one around

Written at an instradrabbling event on SWG discord, June 7 2025, after re-watching a couple of RoP episodes.

My army has abandoned me a thousand years ago. I had to grow myself again from a blood stain on a rock. My blood is strong, you know. It takes more than a couple of knife wounds to kill a Maia.

I wish I had shoes, or company. I never thrived alone. I need someone to devote myself to, or someone to admire me.

I joined this group of Southerners; they call me their King. No idea why I stay with them; I’ve lost my purpose in this world.

Perhaps the sea will tell me where I should go next.