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Narya
12/12/17 11:12 pm
Oh, ziggy, btw, are you happy with Friday or is Saturday easier for you? I can do either.
Narya
12/12/17 03:27 pm
Great pair of chapters, ziggy and cheeky! I'm so excited to see what happens next.
NelyafinweFeanorion
12/12/17 02:12 pm
Ok Ziggy Thursday it is for me!
cheekybeak
12/12/17 10:28 am
I managed it :-) and even got the next chapter up early! Not my best, but it was a busy day. That's my excuse.
ziggy
12/12/17 07:26 am
@Cheekybeak- Haha! Serves you right for the last curved ball:D Nelya- yes, fine. You do Thursday, I'll find it easier doing Friday anyway.
NelyafinweFeanorion
12/12/17 01:14 am
Ziggy do you have Thursday too? If not I can do Thursday instead of Friday if someone else wants to pick up Friday? Let me know!
cheekybeak
12/12/17 01:05 am
Oh, seriously, Ziggy?? What are you doing to me?! How do I follow that???
cheekybeak
12/12/17 12:58 am
Me!
ziggy
12/12/17 12:16 am
OK- sorry ! Who's next?
ziggy
12/11/17 10:41 pm
I am onto the next chapter but got home very late- apologies. Scribbling away as we speak (sort of)
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Under Death's Wing by WindSurfBabe

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How cold the ground, how hard the stone

No friends around ; I'm all alone

How sweet the air of every breath

A warrior's dream my noble death
.

There is no glory, beauty none

To lay here broken in the sun

To watch as birds above the plain

Prepare to feast on my remains
.

To try and raise my sword again

And fight until the very end

As will commands to flesh and bone

And steel feels heavier than stone
.

The day grows dark, my dying eyes

Abandon me through my demise

I will not see what's left of me

My pride thus spared in agony
.

Though I know I have lost this fight

The shadow looms in all its might

Above me shattered on the ground

Its weapon raised to strike me down
.

There is no pity in his gaze

As cold and grim as icy maze

Of HelcaraxŽ that I've crossed

Chasing shadows, betrayed and lost
.

O FŽanor, my brother dear

To you I come in pain and fear

I failed to follow you before

But now we'll parted be no more
.

How I regret you could not see

The brother's love I had in me

So fearless, flaming in your wrath

You burnt our family in your path
.

But how is one to choose between

The different degrees of kin

Between the love of lord and wife

And of an older brother's life ?
.

And torn forever, sad and shamed

I chose the voice of blood defamed

My naked blade at your command

To slay our people on our land
.

Your fate was sealed, a bitter oath

And tears unnumbered for us both

But now you rest, so long since dead

Unreachable to joy or dread
.

O FŽanor, o brother dear

I cannot see, I cannot hear

Morgoth has dealt his final blow

Are you beside me, do you know
.

Is there a heaven for the cursed

The lost, the traitors, the dispersed,

For eyes that turned away from light

And full of the Kinslaying's sight ?
.

Is there a hope, is there a rest

For all the wills thus put to test

I come undone, and I shall bow

To what has bought your fateful vow.
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