Drabble
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It came in the night.
Run away. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake the thought. Could not shake the feeling of the earth pounding under his feet. Every gasped breath would slake his thirst, ease his chest.
He wondered if he could stretch out his arms and be caught on the wind if he ran fast enough. Maybe he could fly. The Shire was too small for such wild thoughts and his eyes turned ever to the road to Gondor. Perhaps if he set down that path it would continue forever. Maybe he would find eternity.
It came in the night.
Run away. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake the thought. Could not shake the feeling of the earth pounding under his feet. Every gasped breath would slake his thirst, ease his chest.
He wondered if he could stretch out his arms and be caught on the wind if he ran fast enough. Maybe he could fly. The Shire was too small for such wild thoughts and his eyes turned ever to the road to Gondor. Perhaps if he set down that path it would continue forever. Maybe he would find eternity.