For the Want of a Hand

(exactly 100 words)

Maedhros leapt to the top of the turnpike stair in pursuit of his prey. "Give it to me, Elwing!  It's rightfully mine!"  

The bloodstained sword in his hand caught the light of the blazing Silmaril as she whirled about to face him from the middle of the chamber.  "Never!" she cried, backing towards the open window. 

Step for step, he stalked her. Behind him, his brother, Maglor, appeared in the doorway. 

He lunged as she leapt to the sill, and reached for her.  

The moments it took for the sword to fall from his fingers stole victory from his grasp.