2. 2005 Drabbles
For Dwimordene, May 2005:
He had been in Osgiliath when Castamir overthrew the upstart Northman. How he had rejoiced! Surely the ascent of pure Numenorean blood meant that the great days of Gondor had come again. Then the news: proscriptions. Lists were published, town criers called the names aloud thrice a day. Now he stood in the market square, named an enemy of the state, proscribed: condemned unheard, estate confiscated, name and honour erased, awaiting the headsman's axe. Belatedly the gift of his people came to him: in his vision, Anduin ran red with the blood of Numenor. Eyes open at last, they stayed that way even as his head was mounted on a spear and displayed on the riverbank.
For Tanaqui, September 2005:
At the very moment that it seemed all was lost, a clarion horn call soared over the battlefield, ringing sweet and terrible over the din. Riders! As a wind on the mountain they swept down, driving a foul mist of orcs before them. A great banner streamed triumphant over the charge, a gleam of white and gold on green. At the head of all, a golden rider on a silver horse leapt forward, bright hair flowing, helm, hauberk and sword aflame in the sun. The great war song of the Eotheod rose up like a wave and smote terror into Balchoth and Orc alike. A glad shout rang out from the ranks of Gondor, and the white standard of the Steward flew up as if in salute. Thus came Eorl the Young to the Field of Celebrant.
He had been in Osgiliath when Castamir overthrew the upstart Northman. How he had rejoiced! Surely the ascent of pure Numenorean blood meant that the great days of Gondor had come again. Then the news: proscriptions. Lists were published, town criers called the names aloud thrice a day. Now he stood in the market square, named an enemy of the state, proscribed: condemned unheard, estate confiscated, name and honour erased, awaiting the headsman's axe. Belatedly the gift of his people came to him: in his vision, Anduin ran red with the blood of Numenor. Eyes open at last, they stayed that way even as his head was mounted on a spear and displayed on the riverbank.
For Tanaqui, September 2005:
At the very moment that it seemed all was lost, a clarion horn call soared over the battlefield, ringing sweet and terrible over the din. Riders! As a wind on the mountain they swept down, driving a foul mist of orcs before them. A great banner streamed triumphant over the charge, a gleam of white and gold on green. At the head of all, a golden rider on a silver horse leapt forward, bright hair flowing, helm, hauberk and sword aflame in the sun. The great war song of the Eotheod rose up like a wave and smote terror into Balchoth and Orc alike. A glad shout rang out from the ranks of Gondor, and the white standard of the Steward flew up as if in salute. Thus came Eorl the Young to the Field of Celebrant.
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