Aearwen's Little Bits - A Door Closed
The third and last of the drabbles inspired by mevrian's plot bunnies. Thanks to her, and to a contest on the Garden of Ithilien Online Writer's Workshop, I have spent time each and ever day this month writing a 100 word drabble. They will continue to show up here on a regular basis. I've decided I enjoy drabbles. It's amazing just how much can be said in only 100 words exactly.
And without further ado, I present
It seemed only yesterday that she had stared into the mirror in horror, watching the armies of darkness flow like sickness over the land. Then had come the flash of coldness and confusion as, in her mind, a door closed that would never open again.
Galadriel stared the ring on at her hand as if she'd never seen it before. Nenya's song of power had concluded and fallen silent. Her mind was leashed, no longer wandering freely across the face of Arda. Lorien would rejoin the river of time and eventually fade away.
The time to go home had come.
And without further ado, I present
It seemed only yesterday that she had stared into the mirror in horror, watching the armies of darkness flow like sickness over the land. Then had come the flash of coldness and confusion as, in her mind, a door closed that would never open again.
Galadriel stared the ring on at her hand as if she'd never seen it before. Nenya's song of power had concluded and fallen silent. Her mind was leashed, no longer wandering freely across the face of Arda. Lorien would rejoin the river of time and eventually fade away.
The time to go home had come.