Characters: Erestor, OC
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and I make no money from this.
Lying on the riverbank beneath a willow’s weeping cave. Beyond a curtain of green branches, restlessly stirring the water, the Valar tore apart the night. Darkness shattered into fragments, brilliantly outlined. Erestor traced the heavens parting at the seams.
He glanced sideways. Melinna’s hair fanned dark over the damp grass.
“Maybe lightning shows up the cracks in the sky,” he said. “Maybe that’s behind everything. Fire and light...”
Her gaze was lost in the interlaced shadows of their ceiling. She did not turn her head.
“Maybe the sky will fall,” she said, “as Doriath fell, in a storm of fire.”