The Great River

Under the moon’s white rind we glide, ripples in the great river. Wrapped in elf-cloaks and our own thoughts, we become invisible. Eyes gleam in dark water. Bereft of guidance, we finally learn to share what we know.

We pretend to have made no decisions, submitting to Anduin’s will.

Wings haunt us, waking and dreaming. Swans cry dark re-birth; eagles soar, unconcerned for earthbound travelers. Yet when the dark stoops for the kill — we rally, crowned with stars.

Hope surges under the gaze of the kings, but we will never make this decision. Fate calls; we will be swept away.


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 One: The Fellowship of the Ring.

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.


September 2003    
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