Warnings: character death
Disclaimer: Belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
The bitter chills blew against cheeks dry as the stone he stood upon as he listened to the words of his sentence, spoken by an elf with a dead stare. Eöl studied the smug grins on every elf’s face, thirsty to witness his death. Unaware they were of the disaster Eöl had sought to evade with his deed. If only they knew half of what Eöl knew about his own son!
But for now they were content to just watch his demise.
“Cursed is the pride of elves!” Eöl muttered before he is pushed over the edge of the cliff.