Inedibles by Dawn Felagund  

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Ugly Girls

Lúthien danced into the most romantic of legends, but Nerdanel is renowned by the ugly girls for a different sort of triumph. A drabble.

Prompt: toad-in-the-hole

“There was panic in the parlour and howling in the hall” (From "Toad’s Last Little Song" in The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame)

There is a nod to the "buns" prompt in here too.

Dedicated to my fellow fans who have been or are ugly girls.


If the Tale of Tinúviel was the paean of moon-eyed romantics, the tale of Nerdanel was the national epic of ugly girls. The way everyone sat upright and smiling when Fëanor entered hand-in-hand with her, with her split ends and her freckles and her muscles. But when he took her home to bed oh! the panic in the parlor! the howling in the hall! Brilliant, bright-eyed, callipygian, keen-witted, fine-shaped, raven-haired, silver-tongued, High-Prince-of-the-Noldor Curu-fin-wë Fë-a-náro (his name stretched to a savor of a dozen words) wasted on her. Pushing coarse hair behind jug ears, ugly girls deliver the tale in triumph.


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