All Mythical Things

The Other Side of the Coin

Languages :

'Valari words/ or Erika's mother tongue'

"Quenya/Sindarin"

"Westron/Common tongue"

"Others"

Disclaimer: LOTR and Silmarillion are properties of J.R.R. Tolkien and Tolkien Estates. None of the songs used in the story are mine too and only borrowed for entertainment purposes.

Author's note:

TRIGGER WARNING: 

Mentions of Assault and Suicide:

— Please be advised that the following content may cause you distress. It may state opinions that differ from yours. These may hurt your feelings or cause you anxiety and emotional pain. Reader discretion is advised. If these topics are too heavy for you or could trigger, please skip. I will put a red line and a sign (____⚠️____) that will sign as the start and end of the part. And to those who will not read it, at the end of the chapter I will put a small summary of it without getting into so much details.

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The other side of the coin

Ubel right now is no good person or can neither say he was a virtuous man. He could harbour a lot of hate for people because he does not believe in them anymore. Not in this city. Not in this god forsaken place.

And right now, as he begrudgingly placed stones that would serve as a division on each body they would bury, Ubel took an unhidden look on the young woman who was the sole reason for his sufferings. She was also laying stones helping an old man he can actually tolerate, it was the old Osgar. An old plum farmer who used to invite his daughter over to their house to give away the extra jars of plum jams his wife has freshly cooked. He was one of the people who lived away from the attacked area, his house and his small plum orchard were not destroyed. Many are taking shelter with his family and now he is here dragging his old body to help on creating the burial grounds. Honestly, Ubel thought he should not push it at all or else he would kick the bucket just like these corpses they were trying to lay. Thankfully the loud, filthy mouthed woman is helping him.

Ubel shook his head, he would rather be in the dungeons than to help these people at all. There he could at least not hear this woman's annoying voice who kept singing equally annoying songs, well she was singing it for herself for sure but he can still hear it. What about the senseless meaning of those words and sentences that's coming out of her trap? He can't even understand a thing about it except for that iron wrecking ball she was whole-heattedly singing over and over again. Ever since she came back from who knows where, things in the graveyard site became chaotic once again.

"Alright, we're almost done here, uncle. I'll lay down the rest of these stones and you go take some breather. I believe the kitchens were about to start giving out dinner for everybody, you should head out there and rest for today." Ubel grunted grumpily. At least now she is nice to the right person, he can swallow that. It annoys him greatly to see her treating people he actually hates nicely.