Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 14 |
| Bag End |
Day 14: Card: Lust |
| Each year, Lobelia visits relatives – each year, strung out between Sackville and Hardbottle, juggling harvest and husband, house and babe. One babe only, though. The family – both families – whisper. She knows they think her ill-wed... But she doesn't want them anyway – she knows what she wants, she thinks, she believes. Bag End! The longing wears her thin, but she'll have it! She and Otho – for Lotho. And she doesn't notice the deepening silence – that she's more often on the road than in someone's home. That even Otho's grown silent. Yesteryear's bounty bitters like vinegar, makes triumph a lonely prize. |
Notes: 1. Using the Thoth deck equivalent of Fortitude in this case, modern meaning of "lust" |