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Transactions challenge - three drabbles to finish

Title: Finding purchase
Author: Dwimordene
Summary: Necessity mothers invention.
Characters/Pairing: Gondorrim OCs
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mature concepts
Book/Source: LOTR Appendices
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.



Buy: Finding purchase

The night ran away like a thief, yet Celbaran felt every hour stretch as on a rack. Sleepless, he stood his private death-watch, and Gilion stood with him – for friendship or uneasy honor? Celbaran took such charity as found him.

For he had found no escape. He could not even buy them time, for who would delay the Khan's men? And he could not hide them, for south of Poros, the land lay flat, save for the barrow-mound: a dark, ominous swell, as of condemnation...

For love and honor...

… and his heart quickened; Celbaran caught Gilion's arm.

“What?”

“Help me!”


Title: Gift economy/Debt
Author: Dwimordene
Summary: Double entry for the "Gift" prompt: The gift cannot be given.../A gift of the dead... (sort of goes with "Bequeath," too.)
Characters/Pairing: Gondorrim, Haradrim OCs
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mature concepts
Book/Source: LOTR Appendices
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.


Poison: Gift economy

The dawn breaks grey as old men, bringing the cares of kingdoms down upon Poros: to southeast, a line of horsemen; to northwest, Poros lies behind a Gondorian shield-wall; and between them, the price of peace.

They say the peace of nations is a gift. In fact, 'tis a bargain, whose coin is another's blood. So the Haradrim scream Death to Gondor!, but slaughter their own; while Come on, you bastards! Gondorrim beg, and beat down fleeing men, because dammit, dammit, they won't come, why did you come?

One day they'll no more barter, but today, peace reigns in Poros.

Gift: Debt

The Khan's men wouldn't stay, even for the bodies. “They're traitors,” their captain said. “Do as you will with your own.”

So the day rang with shovels, and as Celbaran and his fellows turned the last little earth, evening, spreading like a bruise, brought visitation.

“Cel,” Gilion warned softly, nodding toward the barrow door – toward the woman, with her children and husband.

Dusty with death, they descended, and clinging wide-eyed to each other, passed among the silent gravemen. Celbaran, breathless, watched. But none opposed them: they forded Poros, and disappeared.

For love and honor. Knees buckling, Celbaran sat and wept.
Tags: author: dwimordene, challenge: transactions: gift, character: gondorians, character: ocs
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