Mother and Father were fighting. In Haradric and quietly, lest Menarion take offense.
Šuraš and Ihna'a, though, kneading dough, listened anxiously.
"'The wise mourn peace passing'!" Mother implored. "Shall we abandon Dhauroš?"
"'Wicked are the hours of war,'" Father replied. "Yet comfort Dhauroš Butcher, they will worsen!"
"Have we not both kin in Harad?" Mother retorted, ere bowing to her husband.
But when the flatbread was ready, Mother slipped some into her purse with a rue-sprig, and took their pail to draw water.
The pail returned full, but not the purse. Šuraš quietly closed it.
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.