Title: Silver
Fandom: Silmarillion
Rating: T
Length: 100 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Not entirely sure how reembodiment works in the Sil
Summary: Two half-drabbles.

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Silver (Drabble)
"Káno, you mustn't run off!"

Makalaurë turns dreamily from the zither's silvery, shivery jangle - surely what Telperion’s light must sound like, if it were audible - rippling through Tirion’s square.

In one movement Atya gathers him up, half-embrace and half-iron grip.

"Just one more song," pleads Makalaurë. Atya laughs, deep and booming.

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“Atar! We’re over here.”

A reborn Fëanáro follows Makalaurë’s song: tremulous-sweet from afar, quick-brimming as tears, shimmery as ithildin. The closer he gets, the more he feels it pierce him like a sewing needle.

Makalaurë’s arms are open; he falls into his son’s embrace and sobs like a child.