Transactions challenge - Seeking purchase
Title: Seeking purchase
Author: Dwimordene
Summary: What price, the future?
Characters/Pairing: OCs
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mature concepts
Book/Source: LOTR
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
Notes: Hand counted because NeoOffice's word counter is terrible.
Buy: Seeking Purchase
'Twas a hot summer's eve at Poros Crossings. Camp cookfires glittered below the fort, illuminating shrouded forms - Harad's latest unmoored war-crop, seeking refuge.
“Could they swim, we'd never stop them,” Celbaran said; his partner grunted.
“Please, honored sir! A-lehani, we,” one petitioner pleaded brokenly. “By home, Hurrhabi, for Gondor's raid - kills us, our lord! Is no returning!”
“We've bricklayers aplenty,” Celbaran sighed.
“Please, sir - we've children!” The man drew his wife before him.
Celbaran grimaced. “Sir -”
“Please!”
The woman stepped closer then - young, not uncomely...
Celbaran stared. Finally: “Leave,” he said tightly. “Now!”
They fled, but their devastation lingered.
Note: Hurrhabi is the name I ended up giving the point on the map Tolkien labeled "The City of the Corsairs."
Author: Dwimordene
Summary: What price, the future?
Characters/Pairing: OCs
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mature concepts
Book/Source: LOTR
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
Notes: Hand counted because NeoOffice's word counter is terrible.
Buy: Seeking Purchase
'Twas a hot summer's eve at Poros Crossings. Camp cookfires glittered below the fort, illuminating shrouded forms - Harad's latest unmoored war-crop, seeking refuge.
“Could they swim, we'd never stop them,” Celbaran said; his partner grunted.
“Please, honored sir! A-lehani, we,” one petitioner pleaded brokenly. “By home, Hurrhabi, for Gondor's raid - kills us, our lord! Is no returning!”
“We've bricklayers aplenty,” Celbaran sighed.
“Please, sir - we've children!” The man drew his wife before him.
Celbaran grimaced. “Sir -”
“Please!”
The woman stepped closer then - young, not uncomely...
Celbaran stared. Finally: “Leave,” he said tightly. “Now!”
They fled, but their devastation lingered.
Note: Hurrhabi is the name I ended up giving the point on the map Tolkien labeled "The City of the Corsairs."