lintamande replied to your post: lintamande said: feel better soon! Can I request…
Oooh, tell me about Harad immediately post-Akallabeth. What legends/explanations did /they/ come up with?
When the world remakes itself, the Haradric tribes tell different stories. Those who fought most directly against Sauron do not believe he has died with the wave. Some even claim he caused it, that he convinced the Numenoreans to take him to the island so he could destroy it and rid himself forever of his enemies. The seafaring tribes have other stories; the sea itself, so incensed by the evil coming from Numenor, pulled the island under, so to save the world from the plundering ships of the great fleet of Pharazon. Some say that the island sank because the land-spirit of Numenor (the Mother of the Numenorean peoples, as the Desert is Mother of the tribes) was poisoned and died by Sauron’s evil influence, or that God, pitying her misery, swept up both island and spirit beyond the knowledge of the world.
But the strangest story is told by a tribe of horsemen who live in the far eastern mountains. As the shadows began to darken over the water, they tell of the great flocks of birds that fled to Harad, flying farther than any birds should ever go, making the long voyage that no small sparrow or kirinki could possibly ever make without rest, and continuing on through the hot desert into the cool shelter of the mountains on a mysterious wind that blew off the sea. And each bird, they said, was a Numenorean soul, for as the island released her fair birds into flight, she transformed her people left on the island by Ar-Pharazon’s golden fleet, and sent them over the sea. They welcomed the birds as they would refugees, allowing them to settle in their cities. To this day the horsemen will sometimes tell of long cool nights, when the drums beat and the music is like the music that made the world, that sometimes the birds fly out of the trees and hills and take the shapes of men and women with gray eyes and pale faces, and dance with them before disappearing with the rising sun.
A subject of frenzied but unanswered debate questions the origin of the scarlet feathers the horsemen sometimes carry for good luck on long journeys, but no Gondorian has ever been to the far mountains to document whether they do, indeed, harbor the last kirinki among their cities, so impossibly distant that they are thought by Umbarean traders to be no more than a mere myth.
This post now is the origin of a published poem, “The Woman Sings Her Marriage Into Being” ! Thanks so much lintamande for giving me the seed of inspiration with this prompt ages ago!