Dwimordene's 2008 Birthday fics
2. Mercy - by illereyn
The captains’ heads had barely snapped up before Celeborn had whipped out of the council chamber. Up, up he ran, long legs flashing, past the maidens carrying new bandages for the wounded. He couldn’t let himself think, he couldn’t…up, up, past the startled guards…
And burst into the bedchamber. There she was, collapsed onto a chair, screaming as her mind was laid bare. Already, his hand had drawn the knife, and he watched it sink, unerringly, into that beloved throat. The screams abruptly stopped.
Far off in Valinor, Celebrían lay curled into a ball, her eyes turned, unseeing, East. So passed the Ring-bearers from Middle-Earth
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