Title: Words Matter
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Challenge: Reflect
Bingo prompt: House, as in House of Feanor (though I'm seriously debating 'Ghosts and Gore')
Rating: G
Length: 100
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Thanks go to Zana, Morgynleri & Various of the amazing writers of Silmarillion &etc fic for encouragement & inspiration.
Summary: No reflection, no surcease




The Oath had become a thing present in the world. A thing with claws and teeth. No light reflected from its obdurate form, and its unyielding exigencies allowed of no reflection from those prisoned in its coils, its pitiless and ill-considered clauses. It lurked, ominous, not unlike a spider in the corner of the eye; weblike caught at breath and hand and heart, tangling thought, snarling hair and sinew to red and sticky thread; a tapestry of dread, of doom, of woe. Seven it had snared already: it hungered for the eighth, the last living voice that might unmake it.