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Victory

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Note: The request was to write a ficlet with the phrases "Victory is mine" and "damn you all".

The toddler waddled through the house, his eyes sharp and his intent clear. His father, that damnable man, was in his workshop, and his siblings were out about doing... whatever it was kids did these days. He had a mission to fulfil, though, and he was not going to be swayed by anything. The child navigated the halls easily, the small bow held tight in his hands, an arrow nocked and ready. That redheaded shrew was around here somewhere, and by God, he would finally be rid of her!

He turned another corner, his eyes bright as he sought his target, and a devious smile crossed his lips when he saw her bent over a trunk in the dining hall. "Victory is mine!" he hissed to no one in particular as he aimed the little bow.

"Curufin!"

Before he could release the arrow, his eldest brother had swept him up in his long arms, holding him tight to his chest. Curufin glared up at Maedhros, his chance to rid himself of the red-haired wench lost.

"Naneth! Look! Curufin has fashioned himself a little bow with arrows. He is so like Adar," Maedhros teased, squishing Curufin in a tight hug.

Nerdanel laughed as she turned from the trunk, kissing her youngest son on the forehead. "He is an ingenious little one, is he not? You are your father's son, but you are also so adorable!" She took his bow and quiver from him, tsking. "But these are dangerous for one so young, so we shall put these aside until you are older."

Curufin glared at them both and struggled out of Maedhros' arms. He began to storm away, his vision clouded with rage, but then stopped. He turned to them, both still smiling and chuckling about his cuteness, and he spat out, "Damn you all!" before disappearing into a side corridor.


	Navigation single-part stories		Victory Beta: None Note: The request was to write a ficlet with the phrases "Victory is mine" and "damn you all". The toddler waddled through the house, his eyes sharp and his intent clear. His father, that damnable man, was in his workshop, and his siblings were out about doing... whatever it was kids did these days. He had a mission to fulfil, though, and he was not going to be swayed by anything. The child navigated the halls easily, the small bow held tight in his hands, an arrow nocked and ready. That redheaded shrew was around here somewhere, and by God, he would finally be rid of her! He turned another corner, his eyes bright as he sought his target, and a devious smile crossed his lips when he saw her bent over a trunk in the dining hall. "Victory is mine!" he hissed to no one in particular as he aimed the little bow. "Curufin!" Before he could release the arrow, his eldest brother had swept him up in his long arms, holding him tight to his chest. Curufin glared up at Maedhros, his chance to rid himself of the red-haired wench lost. "Naneth! Look! Curufin has fashioned himself a little bow with arrows. He is so like Adar," Maedhros teased, squishing Curufin in a tight hug. Nerdanel laughed as she turned from the trunk, kissing her youngest son on the forehead. "He is an ingenious little one, is he not? You are your father's son, but you are also so adorable!" She took his bow and quiver from him, tsking. "But these are dangerous for one so young, so we shall put these aside until you are older." Curufin glared at them both and struggled out of Maedhros' arms. He began to storm away, his vision clouded with rage, but then stopped. He turned to them, both still smiling and chuckling about his cuteness, and he spat out, "Damn you all!" before disappearing into a side corridor.