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PITY  (Take 1)

“Pity you begged, and pity you were sent, son of Nolofinwë. Never, ever let anyone make you doubt that”º

Thorondor’s words were on Fingon’s mind again, as the dark fumes above Thangorodrim shadowed the High King’s stout heart.

“Was it truly pity? For whom?” Mandos’ Doom weighed heavily on his mind. But he was the Valiant, he would pursue what he deemed rightful and would not be deterred.

With a pained sigh he resolutely dragged his eyes from the south, the Havens, to the north, his fate.

A powerful trumpet filled the air. Fingon’s heart swelled.“Utúlie’n aurë,” he thought.

A/N: Cause sometimes we hope against hope it’s not a Last Goodbye

º Thorondor’s words are my very own, very personal, wholly AU, invention. Fingon's thoughts are not. "he day's come, it means in Quenya

Word Count: 100. Dec 2004