Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Black Magic |
| Ithilien, in the Fourth Age Wizards and monsters may have left the world, but enchantment remains, found suddenly in familiar places. The forge stands at the foot of the hill. Morwen has passed by most days, but never before entered. Today she stands for a spell on the threshold, watching the smith at work, and each morning thereafter she comes back, mesmerised by his elemental craft. Metal bends to him; fire obeys him; air and water do his will. After a week, he offers her the hammer. A shaky first attempt. So he teaches patience, respect for skill and tool, the humility of true mastery. |