Prompt:
23rd March 3019: One of the ‘faint-hearted’
23rd March 3019: One of the ‘faint-hearted’
I saw the first spring flowers come to Lossarnach Vale. The snowdrops slipped out quietly, as if nothing was different this year.
I marched with the old lord, old Forlong, under his banner. I saw the city for the second time. Its towers were tall. It was not as white as its name might suggest. It was blacker after the battle.
I marched with the new king, under his banner. We walked through Ithilien, past the Crossroads, north. On the edge of desolation, I put my head in my hands and wept.
When I came home, it was still spring.