Drabbles: Darkness 7-9
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claudia603Last one for today!
All gen, all rated G
VII.
Frodo watched the last streaks of orange fade from the sky. From the vantage point of Weathertop, the sky stretched into infinity. Since Frodo had seen the Black Riders on the road earlier, a sense of dread had clotted in his stomach. He felt vulnerable and exposed. The Black Riders knew exactly where they were. They waited only for the last bits of daylight to fade. Frodo was surrounded by friends but he nearly wished he were alone. He would not be able to bear it if anything happened to his young friends.
The last of the light slipped away.
VIII.
Aragorn held Frodo. The hobbit was chilled and fading. Aragorn’s mind drifted to another time in a distant world of peace, Lothlorien, when Arwen had held his hand and spoke of hope. Elanor blooms had surrounded their bare feet.
I am sorry, I have failed.
Aragorn did not speak these words aloud. Frodo and his friends should hear nothing but words of hope.
Frodo opened his eyes and his gaze was gentle and trusting despite his pain.
“Thank you,” he whispered. There was a gleam to his eyes, like Elvish starlight.
There was light yet. Darkness did not yet reign.
IX.
“What foolishness is this?” Boromir hissed. They were trapped inside Moria and there was nowhere else to go but forward. Boromir was not used to following, especially not Elves and wizards. And Men of Gondor did not walk inside the dark bowels of the earth. They blazed forth in battle.
Boromir shivered, curled on the cold stone, wishing he could sleep that first night, smothered by the heavy dark. There would be no sunlit morning.
“Boromir.” It was a small voice, the youngest Halfling.
“Pippin?”
“Are you all right? I heard you cry out.”
Boromir no longer felt so cold.
Go on to Darkness Drabbles 10, 11, 12
All gen, all rated G
VII.
Frodo watched the last streaks of orange fade from the sky. From the vantage point of Weathertop, the sky stretched into infinity. Since Frodo had seen the Black Riders on the road earlier, a sense of dread had clotted in his stomach. He felt vulnerable and exposed. The Black Riders knew exactly where they were. They waited only for the last bits of daylight to fade. Frodo was surrounded by friends but he nearly wished he were alone. He would not be able to bear it if anything happened to his young friends.
The last of the light slipped away.
VIII.
Aragorn held Frodo. The hobbit was chilled and fading. Aragorn’s mind drifted to another time in a distant world of peace, Lothlorien, when Arwen had held his hand and spoke of hope. Elanor blooms had surrounded their bare feet.
I am sorry, I have failed.
Aragorn did not speak these words aloud. Frodo and his friends should hear nothing but words of hope.
Frodo opened his eyes and his gaze was gentle and trusting despite his pain.
“Thank you,” he whispered. There was a gleam to his eyes, like Elvish starlight.
There was light yet. Darkness did not yet reign.
IX.
“What foolishness is this?” Boromir hissed. They were trapped inside Moria and there was nowhere else to go but forward. Boromir was not used to following, especially not Elves and wizards. And Men of Gondor did not walk inside the dark bowels of the earth. They blazed forth in battle.
Boromir shivered, curled on the cold stone, wishing he could sleep that first night, smothered by the heavy dark. There would be no sunlit morning.
“Boromir.” It was a small voice, the youngest Halfling.
“Pippin?”
“Are you all right? I heard you cry out.”
Boromir no longer felt so cold.
Go on to Darkness Drabbles 10, 11, 12
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