I actually wrote something for B2MeM 2011!
The challenge for Lothlórien (March 25) is: She knelt on the floor, carefully picking up the shards of glass. Why did it have to be this one that broke?
Start a story with this two lines and answer the question of what was once broken. Or create a poem or piece of art that pictures this scene.
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Nerdanel, drabble, G/General )