Always Ancalime has been at ease among sheep and green hills. She grew up among them; that was where she retreated to, as Princess Shepherdess, when she did not want to deal with court life. If a citizen of Armenelos had brought up sheep-shearing to her, the way they sometimes bring up the smell or the sound of baaing, she would have shrugged. It is the way of things. That is how wool is obtained. It is only when her feud with Hallacar strips her of refuge and trust, that suddenly she feels herself the distress of the newly-shorn sheep.
Tolkien (Unfinished Tales), drabble (100 words), Ancalime (warning for dysfunctional marriage)
Date: 2025-07-22 02:28 am (UTC)It is only when her feud with Hallacar strips her of refuge and trust, that suddenly she feels herself the distress of the newly-shorn sheep.