Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Stewardship |
And the final drabble of 2004 belongs to Thundera Tiger, who said she would like something, anything, concerning Mirkwood. |
| Moonrise over Mirkwood. Pale light touches the oaks, pools upon the earth as if to cool the ashes there. Through the silvery smokes, a silhouette walks amid the ruins, listens to the sighs of trees, the memories caught in tumbled stone–torment and tears and the echo of her voice that sang down Dol Guldur. But blasted earth lies waiting still. And so Radagast stoops, breathes upon the earth; a kiss and whisper bless the stones. Then shade-like, he's gone. If ever the night could sigh... But next morn, the stones lie cradled in new grass. The shadow has passed. |