Characters: Erestor, OC
Book/Source: Silmarillion, LOTR.
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and I make no money from this.
Storm clouds darkened above the pallid cliffs, edged with sulphurous yellow as the last of the day burned off in a smoky blaze. The new road with its serrated hedges stretched alongside the Sirannon’s sunset-bloodied waters. “I tried holly berries once,” recalled Erestor. “Not a good idea.”
Melinna flicked a glossy leaf. “I remember. It wasn’t.”
“I was young.” He glanced up the valley. The doors of Hadhodrond stood open in the distance. “So are the Jewel-smiths. They think their work will last forever.”
“Of course they do,” said Melinna. “Why bother, otherwise?”
“Noldor!” said Erestor. “You’d think they’d learn.”