Characters: The Teleri
Also fulfils a prompt at B2MEM.
Before the coming of moon or sun, as we learnt to mourn, Nolofinwë and his folk remained. Waiting for the ships they said. Our ships.
They were, to us, like animals circling, waiting to dash in and snatch their prey. When they saw Fëanáro had betrayed them they wept; as if we would have let them take what was ours again.
Some of them thought then that we would build them more. Us, build for them, when we had scarce finished counting our dead?
“Build your own,” we said. “Even you could build a raft. Build your own… or walk!”