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Seeking purchase

Prompt: Buy

Summary: What price, the future?


'Twas a hot summer's eve at Poros Crossings. Camp cookfires glittered below the fort, illuminating shrouded forms – Harad's latest unmoored war-crop, seeking refuge.

“Could they swim, we'd never stop them,” Celbaran said; his partner grunted.

“Please, honored sir! A-lehani, we,” one petitioner pleaded brokenly. “By home, Hurrhabi, for Gondor's raid – kills us, our lord! Is no returning!”

“We've bricklayers aplenty,” Celbaran sighed.

“Please, sir – we've children!” The man drew his wife before him.

Celbaran grimaced. “Sir –”


The woman stepped closer then – young, not uncomely...

Celbaran stared. Finally: “Leave,” he said tightly. “Now!”

They fled, but their devastation lingered.


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