Yule Mathom Challenge 2005

December 10 - 15 hot(t!) Haradrim

6. Untitled - by Isabeau

   

I just have to stop....  Isabeau

Of all the cursed luck! Captain Faris swore to himself despairingly.  He had put out of port almost immediately in hopes of  fleeing the fever, but some  of his men had gone ashore and now fifteen of them  burned below decks in the  throes of contagion.  The rest of them were demoralized at the prospect of a  foe they could not properly battle, and now  this Gondorrim ship had shown up  at just the wrong time to test their  mettle.

He looked at the name blazoned on the ship's prow, Olwen, and his heart sank  further still.  Fire take him, but the fates must have marked him for doom  from his day of birth.  T'was not just any ship or captain, but the Black Swan  of Dol Amroth himself!

Then he noticed that the Gondorrim were flying the yellow flag that   signified contagion as well.  The ships drew near to each other, orders were shouted,  and their remaining crews scurried to battle stations.  But before battle  could be joined a beautiful voice speaking in fluent Haradric  floated across  the intervening water.

"I would parley with you ashore, Captain, if you would be so kind."   And a  white kerchief was waved in the breeze.

"I will meet with you there, Captain," Faris responded after a moment's   astonished silence, trotting his own excellent Westron out for the occasion.   Acquiring a white flag of his own, he had a boat lowered and swiftly joined his  Northern counterpart on the beach.

The Heir to Dol Amroth was every bit as handsome and imposing as Faris   expected, but he was also younger than expected and his expression was as tired   and strained as Faris' own.  One of Faris' own countrymen stood in Swan Knight  livery at his side, and there was a guard of six others at his  back.  Faris' own escort were nowhere near so impressive.

"I see you brought your Wolf with you, my lord," Faris told Prince Imrahil,  indicating the Haradrim and there was a flash of white teeth in response from   the Heir's shield man.

"Always," the Black Swan said simply.  Then he added, "And I see that you did not escape the fever either.  How bad?"

"Bad enough," said Faris, unwilling to disclose the extent of his weakness.   "And you?"

"The same."  There was a long moment's silence while the two parties  eyed one another warily.  Then the prince spoke again.  "I think…I think that we both have a bigger battle to fight this day, Captain…"

"Faris," Faris supplied.

"Captain Faris.  The fever is no respecter of men or nations.   What would you say to a truce?"

A gleam of hope entered Faris' heart.  "What terms would you give, my lord?"

"That for the duration of our difficulties, we are at peace.  That we bring both of our ships into this harbor and do what we can to aid our sick men and help each other.  That when the fever has run its course, we depart in peace and sail a day out before we resume hostilities.  And that if there are not enough men left to crew both vessels when the fever has run its course,  then whoever has the most men left will take the others upon his vessel and sail or his home port while guaranteeing the release of the other crew to their   ambassadors.  Are these terms acceptable to you?"

"The terms are more than reasonable, my lord prince," Faris said, trying   not to sound surprised.  "Will you give me a moment to confer with my men?"

"Of course."  The Prince turned towards his men and Faris took his own a few paces away.  There was some half-hearted objection, but not much-Olwen was  not a large ship, but she was larger than Faris' own and there  were those  half-dozen Swan Knights in the crew…  Swan Knights figured prominently in  Haradrim mothers' threats against unruly offspring, and  consequently held an  exalted place in the list of Haradrim foes.

"I agree to your terms, Prince Imrahil, and will inform my crew of them," Faris said to the young captain upon his return.  "I, Faris son of Farikheen  of Umbar swear that I will hold to the terms of this truce."  He extended his hand.

"And I, Imrahil son of Adrahil of Dol Amroth swear that I will hold to the terms of this truce."  The prince's forearm in its swanship-engraved greave   was offered in its turn and the two men clasped arms.

"We had both better be getting back to our ships," Imrahil said when they had released each other.  "Why don't you take the left side of the beach and search that side of the island for water and I'll do the same on the  right?   Whoever finds some can tell the other."

"That sounds good, my lord," Faris said and turned to make his way back to his boat, feeling much more hopeful than he had just an hour previously.   He thought the Prince looked relieved as well.  The Gondorrim are not so different from us when all is said and done, he thought bemusedly.   No man of reason will war if an alternative is available.    As if to emphasize his enemies'  humanity, a stray breeze brought to his ears a  querulous complaint from the  Prince.

"Andra, how come YOU always get to be the animal with TEETH?"


This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

   

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Last Updated: 01/11/06

Original Post: 12/03/05

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