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Spiced Wine
09/24/18 10:14 am
I would just choose whichever you want then, Gabriel. It’s what I tend to do when there is no clear answer
09/24/18 06:31 am
I have tried to look for it on other sites, but they have given two time frames which is a little confusing. One in the S.A. the other in the T.A.
09/24/18 06:24 am
I have a little question to ask. totally off the subject. Does anyone know when Bree was built? Was it up and running when Gil galad was king of the Noldor and Celebrimbor was in Eregion?
09/24/18 02:45 am
Okay. If its not too much trouble. Thank you Spiced. :)
Spiced Wine
09/23/18 11:53 am
It’s not a problem, I shall just go in and edit the announcement
09/23/18 07:31 am
Besides, I don't want you having to go out of your way just to add me to the list. But thank you for offering. :)
09/23/18 07:27 am
I don't want to be a bother, Spiced. I think I'll just wait till my other fic has done its dash in the recents list and post the SinS after it. Its no problem.
Spiced Wine
09/22/18 02:44 pm
But I can definitely add it for you
Spiced Wine
09/22/18 02:44 pm
I can add it, Gabriel, but only using a keyboard and iPad I cannot hotlink it I have no mouse, and everything is a pain in the neck
09/22/18 01:00 pm
Not to worry Spiced! It was my fault for not submitting it in time. That's the consequences I guess. :)
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I Will Fear No Evil by Narya

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Nelya asked for Aredhel, after leaving Gondolin and losing her escort. I hope this is OK – you did say you didn't mind spiders...!
They were gathering at the mouth of the cave, and the fire would not light.

Aredhel's forearms prickled. Her mouth was dry and tasted of sulphur, and the sides of her throat slipped out of kilter each time she swallowed. Echoes of their soft, cruel clacking crept towards her. The faint light of the moon cast their shadows on the walls – swollen, bulbous pedipalps; trembling abdomens, heavy like rotten fruit; angular legs tapping their way through the dark. Her hands shook as she rolled the spindle between them, but the air was damp, and the rotten wood refused to spark.


Their viscous whispers stroked her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and thought of fire, praying for courage, willing the sense-memory of heat through her veins. She remembered golden Laurelin, and the pale, ancient aura of her grandfather – and Tyelko and the rest of them, blazing in the torchlight of Tirion...

A hiss and a bright flicker, and she opened her eyes, astonished. Fire leapt from spindle to tinder.

“But this gift was never mine,” she whispered.

Laughter murmured through the cave like a teasing caress, ethereal, warm and maddeningly familiar.

You are wrong, child. It was always yours. It belongs to all of you.

No time to wonder. Gently she blew on the skittering flames, and as they flared the clacking shadows drew away. Afraid no longer, Aredhel lifted a burning brand from the fire, and held it aloft in her right hand. With her left she drew the thin, curved sword forged for her by Fëanor across the Sea, and she turned to the mouth of the cave.

“Get you gone, foul children of Ungoliant,” she snarled. “For I am Aredhel Ar-Feiniel of the House of Finwë, and I do not fear you.”
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