Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| In the Blind Night |
| “Cursed squalling!” Violins screech in The Moon-high Wharf, hurrying the two Pelargir guards along their night watch. A quick eye and light cast down alleys for troubl— Something towhead freezes. “Hoi!” Haldarion calls. The boy shrinks back, trembling. Haldarion grabs an arm – hard – shakes, demanding, “What's your business? Well? Speak up!” “Hal.” His partner intervenes; the boy wisely flees. “What? Little Longneck lice–” “He's mute,” Ambarin interrupts. “Harmless. Lives back of somewhere” – he gestures towards The Bottle – “with his sister.” Haldarion eyes Ambarin speculatively. “Sister, eh?” Ambarin says naught. His partner snorts, then claps his shoulder. “Fine. Let's go!” |
Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon |