Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| March 10, 3019: Throw |
| 'Twas dark before dawn when klaxons rang: Corsairs upon the river! Signal fires followed. “They've made landing,” Varendur read grimly as his fellows grabbed gear. He turned to Chadhi. “They'll strike here hardest, to open the harbor. Be wise – remove to a more innerly row.” “Nay,” Chadhi refused. “Our home is here.” “Then stay within!” Ajhinaš held his shield. “Thank you, lady.” “War makes hard thanks,” she warned. Presenting the shield: “Your mother speaks: with it, or on it.” “Princely thanks!” exclaimed Menarion. “Enough! To the walls,” Varendur ordered. But he bowed to Ajhinaš. “Valar save you!” Then he departed. |