Darkness Drabbles: 16, 17, 18
May. 21st, 2008 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
claudia603Previous darkness drabbles:
1, 2, 3
4, 5, 6
7, 8, 9
10, 11, 12
13, 14, 15
All gen, all rated G
XVI.
Merry bowed his head and wept. He had never felt such cold despair. King Theoden was dead. Eowyn’s face had been waxy. If she was not dead, she would be soon. The sun would never again rise, the battle went on and on. It did not matter that the Lady Eowyn had slain the Witchking. A dark veil passed before his eyes. His arm felt like ice, and he remembered how Frodo had shivered in pain after Weathertop.
Somewhere in that Black Land Frodo and Sam stumbled their way on quiet feet into the heart of evil.
He wanted Pippin.
XVII.
The Lady Galadriel knew that Mr. Frodo would be walking into the darkest pockets of the world when she had given him his gift. Sam clung to the phial and pressed forward, just another step closer to his master. Nobody at home would believe what he was doing just now. If they didn’t say he was crazy, they’d say he was brave, but that he wasn’t. It was only that he had to continue. He’d been given a second chance, that he had. If he didn’t rescue Frodo, then nobody would.
“Hold on, Mr. Frodo, your Sam’s coming. Hold on!”
XVIII.
The sky was black. Even in fair Rivendell, where harps still accompanied delicate voices lifted in song, a grim, waiting despair hung over all. Arwen stood on her balcony and peered into the sky, seeking a sign. This was her fate, her destiny. Most of her kin had already sailed and were not witness to this darkness. It was not too late. She could sail. She need not be swallowed by the black wave. She caught the phantom whiff of the sea and her heart was moved.
Just then a faint silver light caught her eye, a rising star.
Estel.
Go on to Darkness Drabbles 19, 20, 21
1, 2, 3
4, 5, 6
7, 8, 9
10, 11, 12
13, 14, 15
All gen, all rated G
XVI.
Merry bowed his head and wept. He had never felt such cold despair. King Theoden was dead. Eowyn’s face had been waxy. If she was not dead, she would be soon. The sun would never again rise, the battle went on and on. It did not matter that the Lady Eowyn had slain the Witchking. A dark veil passed before his eyes. His arm felt like ice, and he remembered how Frodo had shivered in pain after Weathertop.
Somewhere in that Black Land Frodo and Sam stumbled their way on quiet feet into the heart of evil.
He wanted Pippin.
XVII.
The Lady Galadriel knew that Mr. Frodo would be walking into the darkest pockets of the world when she had given him his gift. Sam clung to the phial and pressed forward, just another step closer to his master. Nobody at home would believe what he was doing just now. If they didn’t say he was crazy, they’d say he was brave, but that he wasn’t. It was only that he had to continue. He’d been given a second chance, that he had. If he didn’t rescue Frodo, then nobody would.
“Hold on, Mr. Frodo, your Sam’s coming. Hold on!”
XVIII.
The sky was black. Even in fair Rivendell, where harps still accompanied delicate voices lifted in song, a grim, waiting despair hung over all. Arwen stood on her balcony and peered into the sky, seeking a sign. This was her fate, her destiny. Most of her kin had already sailed and were not witness to this darkness. It was not too late. She could sail. She need not be swallowed by the black wave. She caught the phantom whiff of the sea and her heart was moved.
Just then a faint silver light caught her eye, a rising star.
Estel.
Go on to Darkness Drabbles 19, 20, 21
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-06-16 02:23 am (UTC)they’d say he was brave, but that he wasn’t. It was only that he had to continue. Oh, sweet Sam. That's what bravery is.
Love that last one. A sign of hope. Estel
no subject
Date: 2012-06-16 03:02 pm (UTC)