Characters/Pairing: Feredwen (OC)
Book/Source: Silm, UT
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(Not the last drabble -- I still have one more prompt in this sequence to write.)
Feredwen paces through the armory. Here lie stacks of swords and spearheads from Eregion’s forges, bows, sheaves of arrows. Here too are Dwarvish mail-coats, made to Elvish stature -- a kingly gift indeed, sent by Durin of Khazad-dûm when he learned their peril. Feredwen lifts a layer of the cold linked rings, admiring their suppleness and their makers’ skill.
In her mind’s eye she sees Khazad-dûm’s strong stone doors, made with blended Dwarven and Elvish craft and enchantment. Sauron will not cast them down easily.
Celebrimbor has written to Durin one last time: Shut the doors. The storm is coming.