Behind her, she could still hear Brandir's screams: "Wait, Níniel!"
What irony, what cruel irony! If only she had listened to him the first time - if only she had waited ere marrying Turambar.
Her brother, her husband, was dead, slain in the effort of slaying the dragon. Within her womb was the evidence of their love… and shame. Her mind reeled with horror… guilty of incest, bereft of her beloved… truly she was cursed!
The roar of Teiglin's waters swallowed Níniel's anguished cries as the mother and unborn child disappeared within the dark chasm, fulfilling the dreadful doom upon them.
Chapter End Notes:
Written 3.26.06 for Open Scrolls Archive's pregnancy drabble challenge.