Story by: Doviel
(Just under 900 words) – response for Legendarium Ladies April: General Prompt: “Estel Anim”
After the Elf-lord, Finrod, had departed, she sat in silent thought. Tears welled and fell unheeded. Somehow, she knew in her heart, she would never see Aegnor again. She wiped her face. He was lost to her and his brother had all but spoken his farewells. He would ever strive in combat against an impossible foe, and she would wither as she waited. They would not meet again.
Just then, Aqualondo came home, ‘Ah! Here you are, my songbird!’ He spun her around in his arms, kissed her soundly and said, ‘good afternoon, my love!’
The three women Leah, Daisy, and Sherry stood there gawking at the strikingly handsome Elf-sire. Three pretty, painted dolls on display and frozen in place as they had their first view of Aqualondo.
Ol’ Josh barely heard the woman’s call. He was behind a thick velvet curtain that separated the parlor from a private alcove. He was alternately counting a pile of silver and appraising the charms of one of his new girls. A fresh faced little flower from Trestlebridge named Daisy, and wasn’t she just.
Story by Doviel
(Editor – I am cutting this story by Doviel into parts due to length though it’s original was presented as one tale. I hope that such an action does not diminish the telling.)
It all started with a letter:
Tale by Mornawen Bayberry
Note: Tolkien never identified the capital city of Cardolan, but it is plausible that it was Tharbad, which was an important settlement between the lands of Arnor and Gondor. See this discussion: http://middle-earth.xenite.org/2011/12/07/what-was-the-capital-of-cardolan/
This is the tale of Prince Bronwe and his Folly.