Fellowship of the Ring - Drabbled, The
13. Many Meetings
Here white smoke-rings drift in sunshine; bright voices make light of Mordor’s power. Elves, child-like and ancient, make merry in the hall. A courteous dwarf assists with cushions and the food is all that he desires.
Here Shire-talk speaks louder than shadows; man’s friendship rings truer than cravings call.
Here hope is kindled and legends live in the firelight. Guiding stars shine out in song: in evening eyes, and above the Ranger’s heart.
Here the light of Elbereth endures and Bilbo’s little hearthside brings him home.
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