Challenge: Natural Disasters: Drought
Summary: Bodies in pain make strange our voices.
Warnings: Mature concepts
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
For earthly heart would not suffice
They had been at sea almost four months: storm-lost early, they drift now at the mercy of deadly, dry winds in a shoreless sea.
All the world is blue and white: blue seas, blue skies, white, white sun burning silver clouds that give no shade. Truth is pitiless, thinks Amandil.
They have been abandoned – utterly.
His crew is dying – he feels it everyday. Thirst! Hunger hurts less. This salt-sea plain, water to the eye only, horrifies.
Faith had watered will strong enough to die for his people; today, his thirst surrenders:
Send the storm, Herunúmen – let us drink, and drown!
Title: stolen from a line of Pearl.
Summary and concept: stolen from the title of Elaine Scarry's The Body in Pain.