Terrible Cows, by Kaylee Arafinwiel
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b2memB2MeM Prompt and Category: Fanwork Prompt:
He [Eru] willed that the hearts of Men should seek beyond the world and should find no rest therein; but they should have a virtue to shape their life, amid the powers and chances of the world, beyond the Music of the Ainur, which is as fate to all things else… (The Silmarillion, “Of the Beginning of Days”)
8. Then I thought in my heart that we drew near to the Sea; for wide was the water in the darkness, and sea-birds innumerable cried on its shores. (Return of the King, “The Last Debate”)
Format: Drabble (double drabble)
Genre: horror
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Death
Characters: Amras, Amrod, Ulwarth, Caranthir.
Pairings:
Creator’s Notes (optional): Yeah…okay. I have no idea what I’m doing. :P This is all the generator’s fault. All of it. Including the title, which is probably the funniest part.
Summary: During the Battle of Unnumbered Tears, Ulwarth son of Ulfang betrays the Sons of Feanor. He is slain by the sons of Bor. After the battle, the Ambarussa look at the traitor’s body, and consider the cost.
'Because the truth was, and he knew it well, that he had terrible cows.' -William Goldman, 'The Princess Bride'
Tears unnumbered shall ye shed… The words echoed in Telufinwë’s mind. Pityafinwë sat beside him, in his wheeled chair, withered legs trembling. The study door opened, and the twins looked up.
“It’s done now, Pityo, Telvo.” Morifinwë strode to the desk, carrying a bundle in his arms. “The traitor is dead.”
The twins stirred, and bile rose in Telufinwë’s throat as he realised what Moryo was dropping on the surface before them. Black cloth, as bloodstained as Moryo’s face and clothes, fell away, and the naked, charred body of Ulwarth was displayed for them to see.
“W-what will you do with him?” Pityo whispered. Moryo looked disgusted. “Display him on the battlements. Seize his goods - except the cattle. He has terrible cows.”
Burned bodies – Pityafinwë trembled, recalling the burned husks of swanships, feeling the pain which had nearly cost him his life. Seabirds shrieked in his memories, and he began to weep.
Telufinwë’s lips curled. “Get it out of here, Brother,” he snapped at Moryo, knowing he’d pay for it later. “I’ll see to Ambarussa.” Such a waste of life, he thought bitterly, comforting his shuddering twin. When he looked up next, Morifinwë, and the charred husk, had gone.
He [Eru] willed that the hearts of Men should seek beyond the world and should find no rest therein; but they should have a virtue to shape their life, amid the powers and chances of the world, beyond the Music of the Ainur, which is as fate to all things else… (The Silmarillion, “Of the Beginning of Days”)
8. Then I thought in my heart that we drew near to the Sea; for wide was the water in the darkness, and sea-birds innumerable cried on its shores. (Return of the King, “The Last Debate”)
Format: Drabble (double drabble)
Genre: horror
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Death
Characters: Amras, Amrod, Ulwarth, Caranthir.
Pairings:
Creator’s Notes (optional): Yeah…okay. I have no idea what I’m doing. :P This is all the generator’s fault. All of it. Including the title, which is probably the funniest part.
Summary: During the Battle of Unnumbered Tears, Ulwarth son of Ulfang betrays the Sons of Feanor. He is slain by the sons of Bor. After the battle, the Ambarussa look at the traitor’s body, and consider the cost.
'Because the truth was, and he knew it well, that he had terrible cows.' -William Goldman, 'The Princess Bride'
Tears unnumbered shall ye shed… The words echoed in Telufinwë’s mind. Pityafinwë sat beside him, in his wheeled chair, withered legs trembling. The study door opened, and the twins looked up.
“It’s done now, Pityo, Telvo.” Morifinwë strode to the desk, carrying a bundle in his arms. “The traitor is dead.”
The twins stirred, and bile rose in Telufinwë’s throat as he realised what Moryo was dropping on the surface before them. Black cloth, as bloodstained as Moryo’s face and clothes, fell away, and the naked, charred body of Ulwarth was displayed for them to see.
“W-what will you do with him?” Pityo whispered. Moryo looked disgusted. “Display him on the battlements. Seize his goods - except the cattle. He has terrible cows.”
Burned bodies – Pityafinwë trembled, recalling the burned husks of swanships, feeling the pain which had nearly cost him his life. Seabirds shrieked in his memories, and he began to weep.
Telufinwë’s lips curled. “Get it out of here, Brother,” he snapped at Moryo, knowing he’d pay for it later. “I’ll see to Ambarussa.” Such a waste of life, he thought bitterly, comforting his shuddering twin. When he looked up next, Morifinwë, and the charred husk, had gone.
