Prompt: Gift
Summary: From the dead to the living, a gift...
Summary: From the dead to the living, a gift...
So the day rang with shovels, and as Celbaran and his fellows turned the last little earth, evening, spreading like a bruise, brought visitation.
“Cel,” Gilion warned softly, nodding toward the barrow door – toward the woman, with her children and husband.
Dusty with death, they descended, and, clinging wide-eyed to each other, passed among the silent gravemen. Celbaran, breathless, watched. But none opposed them: they forded Poros, and disappeared.
For love and honor. Knees buckling, Celbaran sat and wept.
One day, I will write the backstory to the higher level politicking that results in this catastrophe. But it is not this day that I shall write it... Thanks, T_W crew, for the prompts!