Author: Linda Hoyland
Word count: 100
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
Faramir walked through the City streets, accompanied by Tahir, the Ambassador from Harad.
Tahir espied a peddler selling delicacies made of marzipan. “I will buy these for my children,” he said.
“I don’t sell to outlanders,” said the peddler.
“His coin is as good as mine,” said Faramir.
“His kind killed my brother,” said the man.
“I lost a beloved brother too in the war,” said Faramir. “So did the Ambassador.”
“To sell to the likes of him would be like dancing on my brother’s grave,” said the peddler.
He spat on the ground, turned his back and walked away.