Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Caritas |
Day 20: Card: When Archetypes Love |
| The door to his darkened room cracks open. “Come in,” Freddy invites. “Don't mind the shutters – my eyes hurt.” Lobelia enters, tray in hand. “I brought tea,” she announces, between offering and her old insistence. But her hesitancy is new, so: “Won't you join me?” Right answer: Lobelia fairly glows. When Lúthien's foes about her thronged In sleeping coils of spell-bound song, She gazed upon the Darksome King, Movèd by strange pitying, And gave a gift he couldn't spurn: Thy sister speaks and tells thee: Burn With her godfire love for thee Bond whence none can e'er be free! |
Notes: 1. Hanged Man/Hermit and Hierophant/The Devil. Fifty words apiece. |