Format: Drabble
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Characters: Anárion
Pairings: None
Summary: Good things come to those who wait...
Anárion had been doing rounds about camp when he happened upon a conversation that went much like this:
"Two years into it," said one man to another, "and still nothing! Not a shadow to speak of!"
"Pharazôn lured him out in a day..."
Without thinking too much on whether others shared the sentiments or not, Anárion crouched beside them, saying, "Pharazôn lured him out in a day. And where is he now?"
Having made his point, he strode away. A year, two years, four years, ten years! However long it took, but he would not see his people deceived again.
~the end