This is the first bit of fan-fic I've ever written. It's based on J.R.R. Tolkien's Children of Hurin. It's not meant to explain anything, just to evoke how the end of it make me feel, and how I think she felt. I hope you enjoy it.
Cabed Naeramarth
"He is dead. He is dead." Her heart pounded in time with the knowledge.
She ached as she ran, but she ignored it, as she ignored the kicking of her
unborn child, and the sobs that tore through the gasps for air. Long ago she had
run, all unknowing, her mind clouded by a spell, and again she ran, trying to
outrun the undoing of the spell, and the ruin that had resulted.
She could not hear the song of the river Taeglin. Indeed, she could hear nothing
but cries for her to end the abomination that her life had become. The child in
her womb seemed to be crying out to her as well, begging to be spared the light
of day, to die safe and unknown within its mother's body.
Niniel. No, not Niniel, not wife. But she remembered the feel of his body against
hers, his lips on hers, the passion they had shared as husband and wife. The
twin curses had done their work well, for despite knowing the truth, she still
longed for the man she loved passionately, husband, not brother, lying dead behind
her. Turin, not Turambar, as she was Nienor, not Niniel.
Cabed-en-Aras seemed to beckon her. She tried to cast away the remembrance of
being Niniel, wife of Turambar, to remember she was Nienor, sister of Turin.
"Farewell twice beloved! Water! Take now Nienor, daughter of Hurin, Mourning
daughter of Morwen, mourning mother. Take me and bear me to the Sea!"
Niniel leapt.
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I love, love my kindle. I still love books, but my kindle is wonderful! It's convenient, easy to read, I can bring along dozens of books, and there are so many fantastic books in the public domain that I really haven't spent much on books.
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