Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| The Anchoress |
All of these drabbles can be seen as set in the same universe as "Descent" and "A Very Rain of Sparrows" and they take advantage of some of the names and ideas developed there, like "the Row," "Southron Street," and the Pelargir guardsmen being called "greencoats." Hopefully, context will be suggestive enough not to lose anyone who hasn't read those stories. The 2008 Advent Calendar rules: 100 words per daily entry, and each entry must incorporate both the new daily prompt, and the prompt from each previous day. All prompts are listed in the trailing footnote. |
| The Weigh and Anchor's right down in The Bottle, corner of North meets Southeastwest. Edge of everything Pelargir in the Row. Hardship's Ranilo's lot: dead husband, hungry children, she drove their few horses south. Sold them and herself to Stonefolk. Good man, a taverner – dead next year in a tavern brawl. There's lots of that these days: hard times mean hard drinking and loose fists. She keeps her girls in back, pays the greencoats off. No need of Trouble when there's troubles, and she's steady as they come. It's horse-sense: "No other way to be," she says, "For that's life." |
Prompt: bottle |