Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| 'Twas a hot summer's eve at Poros Crossings. Camp cookfires glittered below the fort, illuminating shrouded forms – Harad's latest unmoored war-crop, seeking refuge. “Could they swim, we'd never stop them,” Celbaran said; his partner grunted. “Please, honored sir! A-lehani, we,” one petitioner pleaded brokenly. “By home, Hurrhabi, for Gondor's raid – kills us, our lord! Is no returning!” “We've bricklayers aplenty,” Celbaran sighed. “Please, sir – we've children!” The man drew his wife before him. Celbaran grimaced. “Sir –” “Please!” The woman stepped closer then – young, not uncomely... Celbaran stared. Finally: “Leave,” he said tightly. “Now!” They fled, but their devastation lingered. |