Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| March 9, 3019: Coil |
| “Maybe we deserve the guards,” she'd said yesterday, and meant it, but Šuraš hadn't thought murder would justify her. Or that Ba-a-šuvon might. “Dhauroš is our friend,” Father argued. “Dhiav's death – ” “Redeems his father's shame. Dhauroš loves another sun – I'll not mourn!” Since arguments ended violently lately, Šuraš retreated to kitchen chores. “What if someone takes to Ba-šu like to Dhiav?” Ihna'a worried, as they scrubbed pots. “He'd have a fight then,” Šuraš sighed. Silence, then: “He'll break with Father for murder,” Ihna'a muttered fearfully. “Hush!” she rebuked. Ihna'a flushed. But when Ba-a-šuvon departed stormily later, tears stung Šuraš's eyes. |