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tolkien100Author : Himring
Fandom : The Unfinished Tales
Rating : Teens
Warning: Political danger and devastation as canon-typical for late Numenor.
Characters : Numenoreans: Lindorie and Amandil of the Faithful; King's Men
Disclaimer : Numenor and its inhabitants are Tolkien's, but some of these details are mine.
Summary : In western Numenor, there is an area famous for its trees and plants. But the Faithful have been banished to the east. And in the last days of Numenor, on the coast an army assembles... (2 x 100 words)
‘Do you remember those trips to Nisinen in spring,’ murmurs Lindorie, leaning heavily on Amandil’s arm. ‘All that fragrant blossom—flowers and shrubs on the shore in bloom and the scent of the trees wafting on the breeze… How untroubled we were!’
Lindorie is very old. Amandil thinks she may be blending such memories with memories of visits even further back—with his father perhaps, in more peaceful times?
‘We cannot go there now, can we?’ she says and sighs.
‘No,’ he says. ‘I am sorry. We cannot.’
Leaving Romenna, even to go admire spring blossoms, would cause immediate suspicion.
They love Numenor, so they want to keep it forever, the King’s Men say.
But the Nisimaldar, those trees famed for their scent in song, are destroyed even before the whole island sinks under the Wave. In the bay of Eldalonde many ships of the King’s Fleet anchor, as all along the coast. Any wood not felled as timber for upkeep and repairs on the ships is gathered and burned as fuel—blossoming branches and fragrant breezes are now become smoke on the wind.
The King’s Men shrug off the damage. Their sights are set on the conquest of Valinor.
A/N: Written also as a prompt fill for a challenge at the SWG. The title is adapted from a rhetorical question by Gimli. [Cross-posted to LJ]
Fandom : The Unfinished Tales
Rating : Teens
Warning: Political danger and devastation as canon-typical for late Numenor.
Characters : Numenoreans: Lindorie and Amandil of the Faithful; King's Men
Disclaimer : Numenor and its inhabitants are Tolkien's, but some of these details are mine.
Summary : In western Numenor, there is an area famous for its trees and plants. But the Faithful have been banished to the east. And in the last days of Numenor, on the coast an army assembles... (2 x 100 words)
‘Do you remember those trips to Nisinen in spring,’ murmurs Lindorie, leaning heavily on Amandil’s arm. ‘All that fragrant blossom—flowers and shrubs on the shore in bloom and the scent of the trees wafting on the breeze… How untroubled we were!’
Lindorie is very old. Amandil thinks she may be blending such memories with memories of visits even further back—with his father perhaps, in more peaceful times?
‘We cannot go there now, can we?’ she says and sighs.
‘No,’ he says. ‘I am sorry. We cannot.’
Leaving Romenna, even to go admire spring blossoms, would cause immediate suspicion.
They love Numenor, so they want to keep it forever, the King’s Men say.
But the Nisimaldar, those trees famed for their scent in song, are destroyed even before the whole island sinks under the Wave. In the bay of Eldalonde many ships of the King’s Fleet anchor, as all along the coast. Any wood not felled as timber for upkeep and repairs on the ships is gathered and burned as fuel—blossoming branches and fragrant breezes are now become smoke on the wind.
The King’s Men shrug off the damage. Their sights are set on the conquest of Valinor.
A/N: Written also as a prompt fill for a challenge at the SWG. The title is adapted from a rhetorical question by Gimli. [Cross-posted to LJ]
