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As she stood there, thinking out her route, the Silmaril clutched close, she had heard a shout. Elwing had turned. And there below her stood Maedhros, with a few followers, his red hair marking him out.
He stood about fifty feet away, but he was actually only a few feet below in elevation. And he had seen her, and was looking at her - no, staring at the Silmaril intently. The small band he was with were also staring at her. All their swords dripped with blood. Elwing looked away from the blades and shrank back against the cliff. Only a few feet of wind-swept grass separated her and the edge that fell sharply to the Sea.
She could not hear their voices, as the wind swept away most of the noises, but they plainly were arguing. As she watched suddenly Maedhros drew their attention. He spoke a few words, and then turned towards her. Elwing shrank back even more. One foot between her and the Sea.
Maedhros started walking towards her, his sword still in hand. His followers watched below, staying where they were. Evidently Maedhros planned to come to her alone. Elwing backed up steadily. Scarce inches remained. When he was ten feet away he spoke.
"Please, give me the Silmaril." His voice was more ragged than she had been expecting. More despairing. But she hardened her heart. This Elf had ruined her life. Killed her parents, abandoned her brothers (again, she forgot it was he that searched for the twins), ruined her home, and in all probability murdered her sons. Why should she give up something that her grandparents Beren and Luthien had won at bitter cost?
"No." The single word rang out clearly, louder than she was expecting.
Excerpt from my story "Forgiveness". It's about Elwing in 4th Age Valinor, hearing of Elrond's coming, meeting him, and trying to reconcile, with flashbacks to Sirion. For more, follow this link... www.fanfiction.net/s/1… Shameless self-promotion, I know! But still, I would love your feedback on the story.
As for the watercolor itself, it's just a small sketch. Hopefully I'll be able to do a bigger, more elaborate picture of this scene soon. I tried to get the facial shading right, but it was difficult, especially as the light was coming from below. I also tried to make her hands glow with the Silmaril's light, but it didn't work.