For the prompt list: forced to watch with finrod? (if you want to, of course :3)
cw character death, animal attack, blood, minor gore, captivity and Sauron is his own warning
From this prompt list here! Still accepting them
Ok so I wrote this while in a state of advanced anxiety about my writing and content so I really hope that doesn’t reflect in the writing :/
and finally I didn’t get to do as much world building as I would have liked but I’m still linking my Isle of Wolves world building post here for my own organization
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The first interrogation ends with the frightened subject shoved back into their midst, rough hands chaining them firmly to the wall. Heads turn and chains rattle. There is a moment of frantic questions until Edrahil calls for quiet. Finrod thinks he means himself to speak but hears no words.
They hear the beast before they see it, hear the soft padding of its steps and then a low growl. Its fur is the same color as the gloom of the pit. It stands before the trembling elf the guards had just brought back. It is upon him in an instant, tearing out his throat before any of them can scream.
2
The body lies limp in its chains, the smell of fresh blood and viscera hanging in the damp air. The guards return for the one chained next. Finrod hears a small sob when they are dragged out. There is no light here, only the metallic glint of their shackles and the dying glow of the corpse.
He cannot keep the location in his mind. Despite the plans he had drawn, the familiar details he had seen so precisely distorted, he cannot remember here that this used to be Tol Sirion, a sanctuary.
3
The third one reveals the dark lord’s frustration. The elf is unconscious and bleeding profusely when he is dragged back in. Finrod closes his eyes when the wolf comes. It is a small mercy that he does not ever regain consciousness.
The next manages to escape the hold of the guards for but an instant though he is struck down when they regain their grip. Finrod does not see him get up
4
The chains eat at their flesh. Blood drips steadily onto the ground. No one cries out anymore. Beren tries to apologize and Finrod tries to assure him but their words are swallowed by the waiting darkness.
5
“It took such courage and cunning to come here. I am not blind to that. Tell me the purpose of this quest and I can show mercy. I am not unreasonable. I know you would not have come have had you any choice. I reward those who aid me.”
6
Nearly half of their number are dead in their chains or in pieces upon the ground. Felagund has lost any sense of time. The defeat had weakened him greatly and flashes of color and memory still sneer at him in the dark. Beren shivers beside him. The cold had not quite sunk in for him yet but he imagines the man suffers it along with a dozen other agonies.
7
The glowing one speaks from what might be a doorway but is no exit. Promising the mercy of a quick death and the agony of unending life. The wolves wait at his side, blood smeared across their maw. Finrod has felt them brush against the exposed skin of his leg while they prowled and circled.
He thinks there are two now, two who wait with them in the gloom but he cannot be certain.
8
He weeps for Edrahil whom he had known the longest of his group. His sorrow is bitter and short lived. He has few tears left to spill. He cannot remember the last time he has heard a voice that was not from the glowing demon or the screams of his men.
He tries to hum once, if only to drive away the rising terror but the sound was only grating, unfamiliar. He stops almost at once.
9
The last of them grow restless, frantic. One thrashes uselessly against those hungry chains and receives a bite from a waiting wolf in retaliation. The smell of death is choking, coating the insides of their mouths. Beren drifts in and out of a nightmared sleep. He mutters the names of still more dead and lost.
10
They are alone now, him and Beren. The man is still only half conscious and Finrod feels a sudden desperate grief. This violent fate that would befall him after everything is all his fault.
One of the wolves howl just outside their pit. Finrod’s bloodied hand shifts against the rough stone of the wall. The monsters are coming back.
Author’s note: I hope this is ok! As I said I was feeling really anxious about my writing and content when I wrote this, I still am honestly.
