Author: Erulisse (one L)
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sandbox, I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
Sleep was difficult to attain and swift to leave. Only a few hours had passed before her studio lanterns were alight again. Because the remainder of the household were still abed, she waited to work on the larger marble statue; instead using antler tines to shape sharpened obsidian blades for the harvest. Without the Trees' light the plants would grow no more. All ripened crops must be harvested to avert famine.
She studied the blade carefully before pushing another flake from the edge. The integrity of the stone could be defeated with a single pressure point. It mirrored her life.