Drabbles: Darkness 4-6
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claudia603All gen, all rated G
IV.
“Why must the Elves travel at dusk?” Frodo asked.
He and Bilbo were wandering near the woods at twilight. Fireflies had begun to flicker over the field, and the stars were pale in the violet sky. The air smelled of freshly harvested earth. So far they had seen no Elves.
“Their time in Middle-earth is fading, and so they make their way to the Gray Havens as daylight fades.”
“It’s a pity they must leave,” Frodo said, and a great sadness clenched his heart.
“Such as it must be in troubling times,” Bilbo said. “Darkness grows and light must fade.”
V.
Frodo only began to dread the encroaching dark after they ran into the Black Rider on the road. Before that, darkness had been a safe cloak that allowed them sleep and peace from nosy Shirefolk. The sniffing Black Rider had rattled him more than he cared to admit to his friends. He did not know how, but he suspected that these riders were related to all Gandalf had told him about the Ring. The idea of running into one of them in darkness twisted his insides with molten fear. He wondered of what use he would be if they attacked.
VI.
It was the longest night of Nob’s life. The shrieking and galloping, the chill that filled his heart. Would the sun never rise? He cowered in his bed, clutching his sheets, paralyzed from the fear, wondering if there was any corner of the world that still remained safe. He dreamed about finding Mr. Brandybuck lying in the street, only in his dream, when he helped him to his feet, Mr. Brandybuck no longer had a face. These dreams were brief, interrupted by shrieks that filled the night. Nob twisted and turned in his blankets.
There was no sign of dawn.
Go on to Darkness Drabbles 7,8,9
IV.
“Why must the Elves travel at dusk?” Frodo asked.
He and Bilbo were wandering near the woods at twilight. Fireflies had begun to flicker over the field, and the stars were pale in the violet sky. The air smelled of freshly harvested earth. So far they had seen no Elves.
“Their time in Middle-earth is fading, and so they make their way to the Gray Havens as daylight fades.”
“It’s a pity they must leave,” Frodo said, and a great sadness clenched his heart.
“Such as it must be in troubling times,” Bilbo said. “Darkness grows and light must fade.”
V.
Frodo only began to dread the encroaching dark after they ran into the Black Rider on the road. Before that, darkness had been a safe cloak that allowed them sleep and peace from nosy Shirefolk. The sniffing Black Rider had rattled him more than he cared to admit to his friends. He did not know how, but he suspected that these riders were related to all Gandalf had told him about the Ring. The idea of running into one of them in darkness twisted his insides with molten fear. He wondered of what use he would be if they attacked.
VI.
It was the longest night of Nob’s life. The shrieking and galloping, the chill that filled his heart. Would the sun never rise? He cowered in his bed, clutching his sheets, paralyzed from the fear, wondering if there was any corner of the world that still remained safe. He dreamed about finding Mr. Brandybuck lying in the street, only in his dream, when he helped him to his feet, Mr. Brandybuck no longer had a face. These dreams were brief, interrupted by shrieks that filled the night. Nob twisted and turned in his blankets.
There was no sign of dawn.
Go on to Darkness Drabbles 7,8,9