3. Seeking purchase
Summary: What price, the future?
'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 –"
"Please!"
The woman stepped closer then – young, not uncomely...
Celbaran stared. Finally: "Leave," he said tightly. "Now!"
They fled, but their devastation lingered.
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