Nightmare Realised
For a prompt from @cycas who asked for Curufin + fear
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Curufinwë was breathless and terrified. The battle had been nothing like Alqualondë, which was a frantic mad rout in the streets. Here, their foe had been organised and ready for them, and for a relatively unblooded force, it was a hard fight. The power of the Trees was still strong in them though, and they had prevailed, chasing the foul orcs back over weeks. Then it had all gone wrong.
Father had chased even the pitiful remnants of Morgoth’s forces back to the gates of Angband, and his sons had lost him as he gave pursuit.
“He left our sight!” cried Curufinwë to Maitimo. “We must find him!” Fear filled him, and he knew something was wrong.
“I am sure that Father is fine,” said Maitimo, but he clearly didn’t believe his own words. It was an automatic attempt to soothe a younger brother, Curufinwë knew. After all, Maitimo was pushing his horse as much as Curufinwë was pushing his.
“Where are the others?” Curufinwë shouted.
“They are behind,” replied Maitimo. “They will be with us shortly.”
They stopped together at the sight that met them. The orcs had fled to the gates of Angband, and they had been joined by Valaraukar.
There was only one small, dark shape amidst the bright flame still standing, and it fought with reckless abandon. Curufinwë felt as though his heart were in his mouth.
“Father!” he heard himself bellow, as if from a great distance, as he watched the figure fall like a marionette with its strings cut.
Maitimo swore next to him, and it was with a distant hope that their brothers were on the way that they charged.
Curufinwë was crying as they reached them, though he did not recall when he started, and he felt the tracks of his tears evaporate from the heat of the corrupted maiar. He and Maitimo fought until their brothers’ timely arrival with the rest of their force managed to drive the Valaraukar back enough to remove their father and escape.
As Curufinwë looked down at Father’s body, the flame-bright glow of his soul outlining each wound like a crack in a vase, he knew his worst fears were realised.
He would not let go even as he burned