The Passing Of The Grey Company

A heartbeat of horses delivers, unasked, the heart’s desire. Of all joys, this is the least expected.

Young, old and ageless; rangers, maidens and kings — we expose our throats to the wolves of darkness; tread the paths of fear. Hope re-forged as faith, we look the Shadow in the eye; draw our weapons and its wrath.

We know not to what end we ride; only that we must go on.

Every heart bears a banner whose device no-one else can see. We all must stand where our oaths have bound us. But soon, we shall fulfill them and be free.


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 Three: The Return of the King.

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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