Characters: Beleg and Mablung, elves of Doriath
Warnings: Reference to canonical lost battle
Disclaimer: The characters and the wars are Tolkien's, Himring inserted this homecoming.
A/N: double drabble
Ten more very cautious steps—and Beleg felt it. Mablung, less confused by fever, but even more deeply exhausted now, felt it, too. He halted, looking around.
‘Beleg, we’re home,’ he said, wonderingly.
Around them, the beloved beeches of Doriath rose again, protected by the Girdle, which was now safely at their backs.
All the darkness and unspeakable loss were still out there and would need dealing with. But here the menace carried on that newly penetrating northern breeze was stopped. Beleg was back in his wood and it remained inviolate.
Even on the very edge, they were home.
Beleg saw the same relief reflected in Mablung’s eyes. Mablung would be all right. He had succeeded in one thing; he had brought Mablung back alive. He would find healing among their friends in the March Wardens’ camp, while Beleg would find the messengers he urgently needed to send, back in his element among trees and people he trusted.
Menegroth was another matter. He would have to go there himself.
A small bird caught his eye, unobtrusive in the leaves’ shadow, until it had moved. A nightingale—and he realized that, of course, the news would be ahead of him.
A/N: Also written for B2MeM prompts and a SWG Challenge prompt.