“Speak and fear not,” Ulmo says. “And thereafter do as thy heart and valor lead thee.”
This is… almost certainly not what the Lord of Waters had in mind. ______________________
The High King sits upon a dais in the center of the chamber with the sun on his left and the moon on his right.
Tuor blinks. A golden-haired elf on his left and an elf in black and silver on his right. He must be losing his grip, delirious with fatigue and awe. He bows low and steals another glimpse on the way down: a shining lady with an unnervingly direct gaze, decorated in amber and bone; an inscrutable lord with a flinty expression and epaulets of braided chain, his eyes fathomless as the lady’s are luminous.
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Been waiting for Gondolin Week to publish this, hope you’ll enjoy some Idril/Tuor/Maeglin t4t4t romcom!
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