Title: Welcoming Darkness
Author: Erulisse (one L)
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
Summary: Eärendil has lived with light next to him by both day and night for many years now. But sometimes darkness can be soothing rather than threatening, and his desires turn towards the succor of darkness. A response to the prompt “darkness”.
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sand box; I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
After years spent next to the Silmaril's brilliance, Eärendil was beginning to crave a darkened room in which to retreat. He felt too exposed and desired some quiet time alone.
Arriving home that dawn, Elwing took his hand, leading him to a newly delved part of the tower. He walked down many steps, until finally he stood at a closed door. Hanging the caged Silmaril at the portal, he entered into a room featuring a small hearth, a few furnishings, and a lit candelabrum. He realized that here darkness was his whenever needed, and the light of gratitude filled him.