Morning Song by Erulisse

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Disclaimer:  Tolkien built the sandbox, I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me.  No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.  

 

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Summary:

On its final day, a woman awakens to face her fate in the doomed city of Ost-in-Edhil.  A response to the prompt "comb" in Tolkien Weekly Challenge.  

 

Major Characters: Original Character(s)

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Artwork Type: No artwork type listed

Genre: Drama

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Rating: General

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Chapters: 1 Word Count: 105
Posted on 18 May 2011 Updated on 18 May 2011

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Chapter 1

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Morning Song

Day dawned brightly with soft tones in the clouds. Corpses lay strewn in front of the broken walls and the invaders were drawing closer.

Her thoughts wandered the past, revisiting a friend, a man, a lover in whose blue eyes she had lost herself for a time. He was long gone now, as dead as the city in which they had both lived.

Picking up her comb, she began to fix her hair. She refused to meet her doom with anything less than the valor he had shown before her, so many years ago.

By nightfall Ost-in-Edhil lay in ruins.

 

 

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Hi 1L - reposting my Mefa review here:

This ficlet contains a chilling and effective contrast between the first sentence showing the dawning of a beautiful day [“with soft tones in the clouds”] and the horror of the next line that graphically depicts the desecration of Ost-in-Edhil. Then, the point of view character with a small, mundane action, that of picking up a comb and fixing her hair, shows her madness, despair, and courage all at once. Marvelously evocative.

I loved writing this drabble - not the future events, but the subject matter - approaching immenent death with dignity.  I suspect it is something that all of us would like to be able to do, and something that very few can actually achieve.  She achieves it because of her bond with her lover from long ago and the courage that he had displayed.  His token of love allows her to anchor and the actions of fixing her hair calm her before the storm hits.  

I can't specify how very much your words mean to me, just be assured that they mean everything!  

- Erulisse (one L)