Torn Pages (Celegorm x Reader)
Tyelko, Tyelko, Tyelko, Tyelko, Tyelko, Tyelko, Tyelko, Tyelko, Tyelko...you write with your grip on the quill so fierce that it leaves imprints on the other page. Your fingers clutched so tight that your nails have formed bloody indents on your palms.
Your hair falls down your back messily and a fey look is entrapped in unblinking eyes. The long fluttering sleeves of your gown are sullied with ink. Candles have worn down long ago. Yet, you continue in the dark. The room that you once shared with him, now lay in shambles.
Plates full of rotting food are carelessly thrown on the unmade bed. A cracked mirror reflects piles of crumpled papers.
'Tip.' A single sound breaks the continuous scratching sounds of quill and paper. You pause from your frenzy.
A single tear smudges the repeated name scribbled by you. A tear that is followed by another until they become unstoppable. Your hands tremble and quill spill from your fingers as the world blurs.
You try to wipe the tears. You try to stop them but they persist. They continue falling. Your breath rises. It becomes harder to breathe as chaos surrounds you. Your chest heaves with effort.
Hiccups, sobs, and wails echo in the unlit room. Inconsolable. Isolated. Betrayed. Your mind spews poisoned words as you cover your ears to escape the torture.
"Tyelko," you whisper between your sobs. Tyelko was your fall.
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In the chilly caves of Nargothrond Celegorm wakes up with a jolt. He jumps awake with your name on his lips and tears in his eyes.
For once the pull of the Silmarils fades in the favor of yearning. Under the moon that shines on both of you, Celegorm feels his mind free of oath and heartful of sorrow. A moment of respite and regret.