Characters/Pairing: Elwing, Maedhros
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
Note: It just occurred to me this occurs in the moments just before this drabble...
She had watched them rush the walls of Sirion, Noldor fighting Noldor now, as well as Sindar. Elves fighting Elves – how Morgoth must be laughing!
Now Maedhros sheathed his sword, holding out his hand that dripped with blood. “Give us the jewel,” he demanded.
The Jewel – the Silmaril – bequeathed to Dior at Lúthien’s death, and come to her through his. Elwing clutched the Nauglamír to her chest. There was but one way to end the bloodshed.
“No, wait!” Maedhros lunged, but he was too late. Elwing stepped back, and closed her eyes as the sea rushed up to meet her.