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b2mem2017-03-09 08:12 pm
fernstrike) wrote in b2mem2017-03-09 08:12 pm
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The Brown Lands
B2MeM Prompt and Path: "We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door; for bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars-- we go to war..." ~JRR Tolkien, The Two Towers. Green path.
Format: Drabble
Genre: Tragedy
Rating: PG
Warnings: Off-screen death
Characters: Oropher; Entwife
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes (optional): I only recently learned about the tragedy of the Brown Lands. With that quote, this drabble begged to be written.
Summary: As the Last Alliance marches east through desolation, Oropher learns of what befell the Entwives.
The Brown Lands stretched ahead, ashen grey. The Enemy's work.
"Mark your water and rations carefully," called the King, marching Greenwood's elves on through it.
He paused briefly, touching a tiny brown patch on a blackened stump -
Sparks stung her as the inferno moved, a burning wall. A fawn trembled in her roots, hacking and coughing as life forsook it. She tried to coil herself around him, let him pass without having to touch the flames. The fire neared - she would not bow to it, to Him. The Entwife raised her strongest branches like a shield, and thought of Spring.
Format: Drabble
Genre: Tragedy
Rating: PG
Warnings: Off-screen death
Characters: Oropher; Entwife
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes (optional): I only recently learned about the tragedy of the Brown Lands. With that quote, this drabble begged to be written.
Summary: As the Last Alliance marches east through desolation, Oropher learns of what befell the Entwives.
The Brown Lands stretched ahead, ashen grey. The Enemy's work.
"Mark your water and rations carefully," called the King, marching Greenwood's elves on through it.
He paused briefly, touching a tiny brown patch on a blackened stump -
Sparks stung her as the inferno moved, a burning wall. A fawn trembled in her roots, hacking and coughing as life forsook it. She tried to coil herself around him, let him pass without having to touch the flames. The fire neared - she would not bow to it, to Him. The Entwife raised her strongest branches like a shield, and thought of Spring.
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