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B4 - Queen of a Little Kingdom, Queen of Infinite Space
B2MeM Challenge: Alternate Viewpoint: Fog on the Barrow-Downs; Economy: Luxury Items
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Characters: Goldberry
Pairings: N/A
Summary: No, she will not forget her, the woman who once wore this brooch.
Queen of a Little Kingdom; Queen of Infinite Space
No, she will not forget her, the woman who once wore this brooch. She remembers her well – last queen of a fading kingdom of men, on her wedding day, fresh and sweet and ornamented, with the hope of a whole people pinned upon her. She will not forget her – or her sacrifice.
The north has weathered many winters. Its bones and ruins lie shivering in the thin grass, waiting. In a little house on the border, a woman greets the golden sunrise before returning to her work. Mending, making, minding. Dancing among the rushes with the silver river running by.
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Characters: Goldberry
Pairings: N/A
Summary: No, she will not forget her, the woman who once wore this brooch.
Queen of a Little Kingdom; Queen of Infinite Space
No, she will not forget her, the woman who once wore this brooch. She remembers her well – last queen of a fading kingdom of men, on her wedding day, fresh and sweet and ornamented, with the hope of a whole people pinned upon her. She will not forget her – or her sacrifice.
The north has weathered many winters. Its bones and ruins lie shivering in the thin grass, waiting. In a little house on the border, a woman greets the golden sunrise before returning to her work. Mending, making, minding. Dancing among the rushes with the silver river running by.
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- Erulisse (one L)
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Terrific.
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The north has weathered many winters. Its bones and ruins lie shivering in the thin grass, waiting.
I love these lines, for the loneliness and poverty they convey, but also the promise of these ruins, which may rise up again in a new form.
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The "hope of a whole people pinned upon her" like the blue brooch--it does strike home. And the ruins in the thin grass, shivering...
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