Summary: What price, the future?
Warnings: Mature concepts
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
Notes: Hand counted because NeoOffice's word counter is terrible.
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'Twas a hot summer's eve at Poros Crossings. Camp cookfires glittered below the fort, illuminating shrouded forms – Harad's latest unmoored war-crop, seeking refuge.
“Could they swim, we'd never stop them,” Celbaran said; his partner grunted.
“Please, honored sir! A-lehani, we,” one petitioner pleaded brokenly. “By home, Hurrhabi, for Gondor's raid – kills us, our lord! Is no returning!”
“We've bricklayers aplenty,” Celbaran sighed.
“Please, sir – we've children!” The man drew his wife before him.
Celbaran grimaced. “Sir –”
The woman stepped closer then – young, not uncomely...
Celbaran stared. Finally: “Leave,” he said tightly. “Now!”
They fled, but their devastation lingered.
Note: Hurrhabi is the name I ended up giving the point on the map Tolkien labeled "The City of the Corsairs."