Ainaechoiriel's very specific request (Legolas' experience of chasing Gollum nigh to Dol Guldur, explaining why "we do not go that way") produced this dark little half drabble.
April 4, 2005
April 4, 2005
Warped trunks bleed bile-dark saps, and the stench of decay is smothering. Here, even the air tastes of ashes and death. And there are always the watchers: shifting, spiteful eyes that vanish with a dark whisper of wind when I turn.
“Legolas?”
Leave the creature to his fate. “Turn back.”