Drabbles for Birthdays 2012
As he carefully wrote a reply to Círdan's latest message, Tuor was glad of having taken the time to learn back in Gondolin, even if he doubted he'd ever develop a fair hand.
Idril had been appalled when she found that he could neither write nor read, but Annael's Elves had no such luxuries as paper or parchment in their cave, nor, in the struggle to survive, would there have been time to teach him. The Easterlings did not write, beyond tally marks, and even if they had, they wouldn't have taught a slave. Tuor shrugged. That was the past.
Written for RiverOtter's birthday 2012
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