I wrote a double drabble! It was HARD!
Itâs about the 14th and 15th kings of Rohan. Appendix A tells us King Folcwineâs twin sons fell side by side on a campaign in Gondor, leaving his youngest son, Fengel, as his heir. Fengel ultimately became a greedy and unlikeable king, often at odds with his marshals and his family and known for his love of gold and food. âHe is not remembered with praise.ââTolkien.
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Not With Praise
Fengel has draped himself in luxury again, strutting into Meduseld in beautiful new silks, velvety furs, buttery leather. No prince of the Mark has ever been clothed in fabrics so grand, nor so expensive, and Folcwine can feel the disapproving glares as his son sweeps by in raiment whose price could feed all of Edoras for a week.
Will you say nothing against this? an incredulous advisor whispers.
He would if he could.
The waste is obscene, the political damage incalculable, and that is to say nothing of the rot that has begun to infect Fengelâs soul, turning him from a loving youth into a greedy, dissolute man. But who is Folcwine to criticize indulgence after his own act of profligacy? Fengel may drain the treasury for fine clothes, precious gems and imported wine to ease his aching heart, but Folcwine has spent two whole sons for only the glory of Gondor. No other king has ever been so wasteful. And so he closes his ears to the clucking tongues, he swallows his disgust, and he offers his only remaining son a gift that costs nothing but what is left of his own good name.
You look splendid, my boy.
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Thus concludes my failed drabble attempt. Itâs 200 words rather than the classic 100, but thatâs as close as I could get!
(Fengel was ThĂ©odenâs grandfather, FWIW. The whole reason ThĂ©oden is half Gondorian is because Fengelâs own son hated him so much he exiled himself to Gondor, where he met and married the woman who would be ThĂ©odenâs mom.)













