A Sense of History: Straight Road
The next in a series of articles about ships passing to and from the West, Simon uses "The Fall of Númenor" to attempt to arrive at Tolkien's reading of the exordium to "Beowulf."
A last drabble to round off the sequence. Inspired by the Petrology series of prompts at tolkien_weekly, but not directly based on it. (Tar-Míriel, OCs)
Míriel receives a desperate plea from one of Amandil’s people. "My husband was arrested this morning," the woman says quietly. "He will be taken to the Temple. Our daughter--" Her voice falters. "She is still a child, but their hearts are hard as flint. I ask you to take her into your service in the palace."
"Are you certain? The Court has its own dangers, and she will not learn the ways of Andúnië here."
"Better she forget. That, and everything."
Míriel bows her head. When the golden-haired child is brought to her, Míriel tells her, "Your name is Kharun."
Kharun has a minor part in a previous fic, "In the Last Hour."