Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 11 |
| Old Growth |
Day 11: Card: The Hermit |
| With Sharky's demise, Bag End's a-bustle. Cleaning mostly, but as trash goes out, parcels arrive – refugee belongings returning from wherever they'd ended after Fatty fled Crickhollow. By day, Lobelia stays in her guest room, but she nightly wanders amid the boxes, seeking something to answer an unfamiliar feeling... The old framed map lies half-hidden, but she draws it out, stares at the world beyond the borders: Eriador, Wilderland, the Lonely Mountain. Wild old lands – older than the Shire by far. Standing there on the yellowing paper, they seem weary, yet... content. They remain and mourn, and bloom anew... |