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21 March 2009 @ 07:36 pm
B2MeM Prompt 21: Big Storm  
Drabble and a half, Maglor, G.

Prompt: Describe a big storm from your memory and place it in Tolkien's world.

Big storms, well, I just have to list some names: Ivan, Dennis, Katrina (the outskirts) and two others I can't recall (Ike hit where I live now as a windstorm). Compared to major hurricanes, which my family did evacuate for, regular thunderstorms aren’t a big deal, unless there’s tornadoes involved. But, when I was a kid, we didn’t evacuate for a Category 1 storm, and more recently, tropical storms. They really aren’t systems you have to worry about. (Yes, I have become far too used to tropical systems and they are a large part of the reason I’m glad I no longer live in Florida.) Thankfully, we were lucky to not lose anything except shingles off our roof. Others weren’t so fortunate.

(The above was edited to correct what storms hit when-- there's been far too many to keep it straight.)


I clambered over the wooden debris of my small house, looking for the bits and pieces of the life I had lived here. I hadn’t known that storms could come with such ferocity, or that water could surge so high. I had been hunting farther inland, so I didn’t deplete the sources around me. That trip had saved my life, for the waters that had destroyed my house would have drowned me. Since I had no desire to face Mandos…

I shook my head and straightened up, looking at the changed and debris-strewn coast. It was time for me to move on once again. There was no point in rebuilding-- I did not know when or if another such storm would come. No, I would gather what I could and make a life for myself elsewhere. Middle-earth was a large world; there would be a place where I could live.
Current Mood: complacentcomplacent
Moreth: Seamorethmusing on March 22nd, 2009 12:03 am (UTC)
A wonderful image of Maglor picking up the pieces and starting again... and the ferocity of the sea in a storm.

Excellent :D

Independence1776: Until universe's endindy1776 on March 22nd, 2009 01:40 am (UTC)
Thank you! He obviously had to do that multiple times, most to keep from being marked as something other than mortal, but there had to be times like in the fic.

I was drawing on personal experiance somewhat-- a couple minutes drive to either side of us (we were on top of a hill that sloped down to the Intercoastal Waterway) had people that lost everything, including their lives. And the only thing that can be done is to start over.
whitewave16: 3rd Kinslaying to War of Wrathwhitewave16 on March 22nd, 2009 05:28 am (UTC)
It just kills me whenever I think of Maglor being lonely and wandering somewhere although I think he is very resilient and extremely patient for being able to move on and go on living.
Independence1776indy1776 on March 22nd, 2009 09:34 pm (UTC)
He has to be resiliant for him to have survived everything he did in the First Age. I would translate to his wandering. I think he's too stubborn (and afraid) to fade or die.
surgicalsteelsurgicalsteel on March 22nd, 2009 01:12 pm (UTC)
Yes, this really captures what it's like to try and pick up after a hurricane.

Dennis, Katrina, Rita, and Wilma. I was living in Ft. Lauderdale that year. We were grazed by Dennis, hit by Katrina and Rita as Cat 1s and spanked by Cat 3 Wilma. This is why I now live in New England.
Independence1776indy1776 on March 22nd, 2009 09:36 pm (UTC)
I'm glad it rings true, but then, you've experianced it!

I think there's a fair number of people who moved away when they could. It just isn't worth the stress.
Nefretwatersandwilds on March 22nd, 2009 08:35 pm (UTC)
I love the feel and the imagery you've created with this. :) It really makes me want to go give Maglor a hug :P.
Independence1776indy1776 on March 22nd, 2009 09:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)

So do I!