Ill Wind by Celeritas

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Story Notes:

For B2MEM 2011, Day 29: Write a story or poem or create artwork where your character battles and overcomes their darkest hour.

The menfolk had started digging mass graves.  It was hard work, the soil was so frozen, and they couldn’t keep up with it otherwise.  It was only a mercy that they had enough able to dig at all.  Mina’s eldest daughter had started to pitch in.


Mina couldn’t.  She needed all the sleep she could get, and she could get hardly any.  Besides, she was not fit for manual labour.


It was worse, being a midwife, for she knew all the things a body could do when it thought the world was too bad for a babe.  And it was, right now, because even if she hadn’t caught ill (a minor blessing!), she was one of the few who knew about remedies, and her clan needed her right now.


She hadn’t slept in her real bed in weeks, but she didn’t know if she’d even be able, without the warmth on her left that she still couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge was gone.  So, sitting in chairs, or curled up on rugs, when she closed her eyes, she wrapped her arms around her belly and swore that they both, at least, would make it out of this living nightmare alive.

Chapter End Notes:

From Appendix B:

T.A. 1636  The Great Plague devastates Gondor... the plague spreads north and west, and many parts of Eriador become desolate.  Beyond the Baranduin the Periannath survive, but suffer great loss.

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