Journey To The Cross-Roads

Silence gathers; darkness harries the land. Our moment of peace has passed, vanishing with Gondor’s grace into a misty dream.

We mark the stations of the cross-roads. Our road is dark, yet once it ran from the Tower of the Moon to the Citadel of the Stars… lights in blackness.

Storm screams at my back; my fate fawns at my feet — but I have taken the hand of friendship unlooked-for; seen sunlight seek the face of faithfulness.

And I have seen the king, crowned with stars rising from the rich dark earth, still watching our path.

They cannot conquer for ever

 

I have become involved with a group at Henneth Annun attempting to retell Tolkines stories in the 100 word prose-poems known as drabbles.

This was my chapter for Book Two: The Two Towers
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for private enjoyment, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

 

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