Challenge: Mulled Wine- Sugar
Author: Erulisse (one L)
Book/Source: The Lord of the Rings
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.
Aragorn fought as the Emir commanded, while learning about the desert people. He used his mace, rode Ginger confidently, and tracked the Emir's enemies using the stars as guides across the shifting sands.
His men respected him - the language shared by warriors was universal. He gained allies because of his carefully chosen words, his fighting ability and his justice dispensed fairly in cases of cowardice or aggression.
Yet he missed his home. The desert tribes are buzzing bees guarding their hives. I miss the sparkle of sunlit rivers, like sugar crystals in the light. Home is calling me north.