Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| March 6, 3019: Coil |
| Next day came a courier ship, whence a horsed messenger galloped through Pelargir. To the inner keep he rode – so anxious rumor told. Varendur said later that Corsair ships had been sighted beyond Tolfalas: “Several squads – many, but not so many as ours.” “Good news,” Chadhi said, fervently. Varendur snorted. “For some!” For some: Šuraš passed men gathered in mourning at the shrine, their butcher and his sons among them. Guards stood watchfully by, while diverse others looked on, scowling. Ba-a-šuvon cursed, hurried her along. Next morn, the butcher's door bore a bloody message: Traitor. |