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b2memB2MeM Prompt and Category: Initial prompt no. 22: ...but the water before them was dark, with only a few curling wisps like steam among the reeds by the bank. (Fellowship of the Ring, “A Conspiracy Unmasked”)
Format: Drabble (100 words)
Genre: Gapfiller
Rating: Teens
Warnings: reference to character death
Characters: Denethor of the Nandor (later of Ossiriand) [Request to tag mod: please check newly created character tag.]
Pairings: n/a
Creator’s Notes: I transferred the scene of the B2MeM prompt from the Brandywine to the Anduin, as Oshun’s new bio of Lenwe speaks of the Nandor dwelling by the Anduin before they left for Ossiriand and the current Tolkien100 prompt happens to be “The Great River”.
Summary: Denethor decides to lead his people west into Beleriand.
The water of the Great River was dark. Wisps curled up like steam among the reeds by the bank where Denethor crouched, listening for sounds of attack. He had argued with his father ever since rumour of Thingol’s kingdom had reached them. Denethor wished to go and see; Lenwe would have none of it. Yet now that his father lay slain by one of the fell beasts from the North, Denethor found himself loath to leave the Anduin. But his decision was made: he would gather his people and lead them west, to what safety he could find for them.
Format: Drabble (100 words)
Genre: Gapfiller
Rating: Teens
Warnings: reference to character death
Characters: Denethor of the Nandor (later of Ossiriand) [Request to tag mod: please check newly created character tag.]
Pairings: n/a
Creator’s Notes: I transferred the scene of the B2MeM prompt from the Brandywine to the Anduin, as Oshun’s new bio of Lenwe speaks of the Nandor dwelling by the Anduin before they left for Ossiriand and the current Tolkien100 prompt happens to be “The Great River”.
Summary: Denethor decides to lead his people west into Beleriand.
The water of the Great River was dark. Wisps curled up like steam among the reeds by the bank where Denethor crouched, listening for sounds of attack. He had argued with his father ever since rumour of Thingol’s kingdom had reached them. Denethor wished to go and see; Lenwe would have none of it. Yet now that his father lay slain by one of the fell beasts from the North, Denethor found himself loath to leave the Anduin. But his decision was made: he would gather his people and lead them west, to what safety he could find for them.
