WIP Meme!

tagged by @yavieriel

Go to page seven of your current WIP, go down to the seventh line, and copy seven sentences.

Okay, this was hard because my WIPs are either the next chapters of stuff that are more than seven pages long – thus the WIP parts don’t start on the seventh page- or are less than seven pages. So I’m cheating:

“They were after the Noldor Gems and are now gone, weren’t any of the fighting near our camps and never would be. It was only two intruders, the-”

“Fëanorians, we know,” Faron interrupted. “Always them, whenever news came to Angband of elves killed and cities destroyed when Morgoth wasn’t to blame. Made him happy, the Dark Lord and his Balrogs. Laughed about it.”

Faelindis shivered.

(And on the document that has the various WIPs for the rest of the Band of the Red Hand that isn’t Release from Bondage proper)

He wouldn’t remember his mother-name, Costawë, for his mother foresaw he would live a life surrounded by strife, though she could never have imagined the fighting he would do against monsters out of half-told nightmares in a strange and distant land. Nor would she have approved, a devout Vanyar who passed down her bright yellow hair to her half-Noldor son. He won’t remember how rare that yellow hair is for elves in this land, a color naturally possessed, with only a few exceptions, by the sons and daughters of the line of Finarfin, the third branch of royalty of the House of Finwë. The cruel lord that had captured Costawë and imprisoned him in the dungeon of Tol-in-Gaurhoth was confused by that yellow hair, uncertain if this lowly soldier was a prince or not. The other blond, the one that dueled songs of power against the lord of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, Sauron was almost certain was one of the remaining sons of Finarfin, though the devious mind of the dark Maia could not comprehend why a king would be here with such a small company disguised as orcs trying to bypass the island going north. Sauron remembered the elven lord he had stolen the isle of Tol Sirion from, the one he overthrew to make this white tower into the den of werewolves. Neither of the blonde elves now imprisoned in Sauron’s dungeons matched the glimpse of the fleeing Lord Orodreth.