Fellowship of the Ring - Drabbled, The
15. The Ring Goes South
Heralded by ancient horn they went forth to follow a darkening road. They found cold days of fitful sleep and cold nights of endless travel – they found an arm that had grown long.
Fell voices called on a cruel mountain and dark threat hovered. As they hid from tumbled rocks and floundered beneath snow and a mountain’s spite they found warmth in their companionship. Shared strength saved them as each gave their own – fire-calling wizard, doughty men and light-footed Elf.
Defeated, they escaped.
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