Drabbles: The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales by Zdenka

Weather

Erendis creates her own weather.

The mildness of the clear morning in the first rays of dawn did not seem to touch Erendis. Her women gladly waited inside while she met with Lord Aldarion upon the steps. Peeping out, they spoke to each other in whispers.

“He will not bend.”

“Neither will she.”

“Nay, after so long, he should at least ask her pardon.”

“She will not sell her pride.”

“She calls for the child; that is hopeful.”

They hastily moved aside and curtsied as Erendis came back into the house leading her daughter by the hand, her eyes as cold as a winter storm.

Chapter End Notes

Written for B2MeM 2012. Prompt B13: Song Lyrics: “You’re a one-man shift in the weather, you’re the woman who just won’t sell” -Vienna Teng - Hope on Fire