Úmarth

[kenaz]

Úmarth

Written for lotr_community's February challenge: The Dark Side of Love
Required elements: flow, end, bind, rushes, utmost, aged, rapid, yaw
Summary: The master of doom, by doom mastered.
Word Count: 400


At the utmost end, Túrin saw before him the faces of those he had loved and failed, and knew himself vanquished. He could not claw through the dirt in Taur-na-Fuin and lay himself down beside Beleg’s aged bones, nor lift the stones of Haudh-en-Elleth to fall once more on Finduilas’ grave, nor give himself to the rapid river that had claimed his lover-sister and their unborn son in its relentless flow. No, not for him, the aches of age and glory’s fading memory; nor the hero’s mantle, nor the victor’s crown. All he had sought had eluded him, and all that he had loved he had consigned to dust while he railed, blow after impotent blow, against a fate he could not master.

“I have but one deed left to me,” he whispered to the water and the wind, “and though it be grim work, it be good. Perhaps the best I have yet done.” A smile, brief and sharp, flashed across his face, like the plummeting star that flares bright and then rushes into darkness. Beneath his feet he could feel the earth pitch and yaw as though it knew his mind and revolted.

Gurthang glinted darkly, and he beheld it with eyes unblinking. Its black point beckoned, inveigling him with keen and hungry words: Bind yourself to me, Turambar. To me.

Comments

[lilith-lessfair.livejournal.com]

Disturbing and powerful, much like its subject.

[moetushie]

Ah! That is a punch in the gut (or cursed sword...), I love it.

[minuial_nuwing]

Very powerful piece - the feeling of aching darkness, of fate inescapable, is almost suffocating.

Nice to see this from you, too. *g*

[kymahalei.livejournal.com]

This was so well crafted. What a sad and sobering vivid image.

[tehta.livejournal.com]

Foolish words, too, based on Turin's track record; and certainly, the sword ends up broken...

Love how you have managed to include all the words so seamlessly.

[spiced-wine.livejournal.com]

A smile, brief and sharp, flashed across his face, like the plummeting star that flares bright and then rushes into darkness. Beneath his feet he could feel the earth pitch and yaw as though it knew his mind and revolted.

Gurthang glinted darkly, and he beheld it with eyes unblinking. Its black point beckoned, inveigling him with keen and hungry words: Bind yourself to me, Turambar. To me.

You made me cry. Brilliant

[ysilme]

Very powerful and intense! I have just finished listening to the Children of Húrin audiobook on Saturday, so the story is still very fresh in my mind. This fits so perfectly, as if it were a part of the book.

[heartofoshun.livejournal.com]

Oh! This is amazing. You did a terrific jobs in a short piece. This is awesome. I just got back on the internet after over a week and ran into this! Wow! No wonder I missed it so much with such brilliant friends.