Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Seize the day |
Prompt: Borrow. Summary: "Waste no man's time in war." |
| 'Twas said “Hurrhabi” meant “luck spirits,” who bartered favors with mortals. Had Aragorn known how, he might've bartered: his men had burned Hurrhabi's shipyard behind its protective cove-chain, but fortune was fickle: “Haradrim are flanking us,” his second, Belarion, warned. “We'll be cut off!” War admits no hesitations. “Open their slave-pens,” he ordered. “Give them torches.” “But captain,” Belarion protested, “we can't take them all aboard our – ” “Do it! Hear me!”Aragorn raised his voice to clamoring captives. “There lie Harad's ships! Who would see home must take one!” And to Belarion, standing aghast, snapped: “Borrowed time, lieutenant – now move!” |
Hurrhabi: the name I gave to that point on the map called "The City of the Corsairs" in Trust. |