Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 14 |
| A Decayed House (Mîm, Húrin) |
Prompts: Off the Map's Edge: The Petty Dwarves Scientific Achievement: Statics |
| A Decayed House Even they no longer recalled why they had been driven forth. Perhaps they had been too clever or too rich. Somehow they had been different. Whatever the reason, it had been enough, and there was no-one left to remember why. They were almost gone now, and their persecutors did not care. Only old Mîm remained, sitting in the ruins, running tarnished gold through his fingers, murmuring the names of his sons. There Húrin found him and, lifting his sword, with one quick movement sent him from the world. Last of a dead people, Mîm lay at rest. And Morgoth laughed. |