Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| It walked the forests long ago (Huorns) |
Prompts: Alternate Viewpoints: Helm's Deep Poetic Forms: Acrostic |
| It walked the forests long ago Hate filled their hearts as they waited and weathered. Ents become wild, ancient wood-wardens. Long their loathing smouldered unsated, till Making their move, in darkness they drew Saruman’s slaves beneath their branches. Death they dealt out in the Deeping-coomb. Early light came to a corpse-cleared valley, Enemy-emptied, silent and still. Peace lay like leaves on a land made pure. |