Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 28 |
| Life from stone |
Prompt: Mordor: "Darkness is only driven out with light, not more darkness." --Martin Luther King, Jr. Write a story or poem or create artwork where your character battles and overcomes their darkest hour. |
| Traitor! Cradle-killer! Words, inseparable from fists and feet, bruise; his name – Out-caste! – is spittle. Even among traitor-exiles, he's unfit for human bonds! Whether fit or not, he spills his slave's claim to live, desperate. Unexpectedly, he's spared. Yet why? Afterward, hiding beyond the walls, his master thrusts the braid-bond at him, and Jhanar wants to weep – or die. What's left, if deserters refuse him? Only insensibility... Their savior comes, bearing needfuls, sees the braid-lock. Bird-like words erupt! Eventually: “I've explained: Ailos understands now.” Then, unbearably frank: “We must sometimes be Men. Pray your bonds and ours, brother! Farewell.” |
Follows from "Man's measure" and "Havenless." |