Drabbles: Elves through the Ages

Fire and Water: For Allie

Metal and stone are my tools. Fire and water to temper the steel. Whetstone to sharpen the blade. The blade to carve jewels.

Opposites attract.

Without fire and water, heat and cold, no blade will be hard and sharp and beautiful.

Yet like weds like.

And yet… what is a sword without a jewel in its hilt? A ring without its diamond?

I stare at my father. Stubborn.

I feel Fëanor’s gaze upon me. There is steel in his eyes. I will be the fire and the water to temper this steel.

“I will have him,” I say. “Or none!”