Prompt: Gift
Summary: The gift cannot be given...
Summary: The gift cannot be given...
They say the peace of nations is a gift. In fact, 'tis a bargain, whose coin is another's blood. So the Haradrim scream Death to Gondor!, but slaughter their own; while Come on, you bastards! Gondorrim beg, and beat down fleeing men, because dammit, dammit, they won't come, why did you come?
One day they'll no more barter, but today, peace reigns in Poros.
Okay, I can be a two-trick pony: impossible gifts and proximity of gift to death = courtesy of Derrida.