Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Heaven in the meantime |
Prompt: Rivendell: "Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven." --Tyron Edwards. Summary: Between death and heaven lies Pelennor and its detritus. |
| Dawn over Erui Crossings saw widowed Morien lonely leaving home. Her sons had answered Minas Tirith's muster-call, and since then, she'd gone ghost-grey. How hateful, the crows circling her field-corner! She took a shovel, went looking... … and found two haggard youths asleep there – Southron and Dúnadan. Deserters! Ai, my boys! Horror showed them abandoned, dying, and outrage raised the shovel – Faithless murderers...! One whimpered, heedless, dreaming: Nana! Her insides cramped. Stricken, she stood, tears streaming forth, and could but think: Happy women, to whom they'll call and crawl! Compassion spasmed – Morien fled without forgiving, but left her daily fare behind. |
Nana! – “Mom!” In terms of timing, this episode would occur sometime between Pelennor and the announcement that Barad-dûr had fallen, and of course well before all the names of the dead were known or could have been reported to far-flung families. Although there's no need (I hope) to read back-story for the drabble to make sense, in my mind, it's a sequel to Beyond the Pale. |