Jubilant Potluck by Grundy

Can't Fight The Tide

Jubilee instadrabbling prompt Leonard Cohen's Anthem

Potluck "Material World" board, jute, earth

“Stop. It’s no use. Spread the word to our people – pack what you can, move to higher ground.”

Oropher watched another few yards slide into the sea. They’ve been working frantically to save the land, fighting for every inch.

In desperation, they resorted to coarse-woven cloth, on its own or filled with sand, to hold back the sodden ground. Nearly the entire season’s jute harvest went into the effort, only the finest fibers kept back for clothing.

But try as they might, there was no undoing the damage. The War may have been won, but Beleriand itself has been lost.