Word Count: 100
Source: The Silmarillion-ish
Disclaimer: Tolkien did it first and all are his – apart from the bits I added, and even they are his.
Notes: I posted 'To Sleep, Perchance to Dream…' for the 'Sloth' challenge here. This is the sequel.
Mother pulled his scarlet cloak off. I howled, she dragged me away, wrapping me tightly.
“He no longer needs it, you do! Remember this day – remember those who caused this. Let wrath keep you warm!”
Exhausted by grief I dozed feverishly wrapped in red wool; I heard Father complain,
“…that was not well done…”
She hissed, "Anger will heat his blood where sorrow cannot. Gentleness has no place here."
Her goading kept my fea hot; kept me from fading, though my heart had frozen with my first love.
From then, I vowed to wear scarlet cloaks until Mandos claimed me.