The sweet song of Poppies by Rhapsody

The sweet song of Poppies

A companion fixed length ficlet to my story Unconquered, written for Tolkien Femslash Bingo 2016.

If one thing life had taught her it was kindness of surrender, accepting she would not accept defeat of her kindred. Many still were so hopeful as long as she remained here in Dor-lómin. To fall on your knees in front of her in utter obedience, the sister’s lord, Morwen knew that it was a small sacrifice for so many. It was her duty to her people, she reminded herself, especially to that child she just seemingly rescued from Acca’s whims.

Allowing herself a sideway glimpse, she noted how the girl walked backwards: fear defining every move as tears brimmed in the child’s eyes. The impatient sigh of Acca forced her attention back to the floor. Her mistress was impatient, that much she could tell as the glint of steel briefly flashed so near. There would be no dancing to the tune of a flute, ah if only such luxury existed here.

Poising for the pain to come, she limited herself to about the red poppies in the fields, the sweet song of the black birds early in the morning and the reward of the cool touch of cotton as white as daisies that would follow once this was over.