4. Araman
His weapon dropped to the sea with a splash. He stared out over the sea, at the ponderous clouds, lit orange from below with flickering light.
Fire.
He came to Alqualondë to fortify his kin against, he thought, the aggression of the Teleri. He looked down at his hands, and the dried rust-brown of innocents, that he refused to now to wash.
He looked again at the fire.
He said, "Many times have you surprised me today, Maedhros."
~oOo~
This was my first attempt at an insta-drabble, using the words splash, orange, weapon, and fortify. As it turns out, I boo-booed the word count, and so it is too short. Yes, too short! Somehow, this seems more triumphant for me than a bona fide drabble.
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