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15_minute_fic2007-12-17 07:51 pm
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Word #44
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Today's word is: eldest
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Actually, it'll be your word for the next few weeks. The community will be on a two-week hiatus over the holiday season and will return on the 7th of January. We hope you all have an enjoyable festive season and look forward to more ficlets in the new year.
Don't look at the word until you are ready to write. When your fifteen minutes are up and you have completed your ficlet, you may either post it as a response here, or post a link to the ficlet in your own journal. If posting on your own journal, please hide the prompt word in some way (ie. under an LJ-cut) in order to avoid spoiling it for others.
Today's word is: eldest
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Title: The Eldest Evil
Fandom: Tolkien (The Silmarillion)
Characters: Feanor
Rating: G
Word count: 350
Feanor looked out on the field of slain demons as the cries of the victorious Noldor resounded in the great expanse, underneath the starry sky. He watched as his sons came to him, one by one, and smiled joyously.
"The armies of Morgoth! Ha! Not even fit for fighting Aule's poor fools," boasted the eldest of his sons, who came to stand beside him. Feanor did not smile though; his heart was burning steadily with fury.
"Do not forget, my son --" he murmured abruptly, "-- That we have lost many men in this battle also. The Enemy has more armies in store, the tides of war can change over night, and the pride of our kind has led us to this darkness."
His son eyed him warily, the anxious, jittery voices of the rest of their company now unimportant. He listened.
"And we must follow into this darkness, and become the first! The first of the Eldar to put an end to this bestial Demon..." Feanor trailed off, and paused for a moment, his eyes seeing past everyone in his path, and into the dead eyes of the demonesque bodies that were slain on the dark earth. "The eldest of these demons lies yet in wait... Morgoth, who has no father in Arda."
His eyes lit up with passion and fury; he turned to his son. "Ready our men, Maedros! There is work yet to be finished."
"My lord," his son started respectfully, but hurried on anxiously, as a concerned son would to his apparently insane father. "We've achieved a great victory for tonight. Must we press on? Surely the lands we've already passed can wait for our heroism."
"You are right. Those lands need only wait for our heroism a little longer. For now, the company of the Noldor will march upon Angband, and destroy the first and oldest Evil. Forever and anon we will be known as great crusaders for Justice! ... And I alone... I, Feanor, will be the eldest of a house whose blood has been tainted with the blood of demons. Demons we overcame."