Fellowship of the Ring - Drabbled, The
21. The Great River
We pretend to have made no decisions, submitting to Anduin’s will.
Wings haunt us, waking and dreaming. Swans cry dark re-birth; eagles soar, unconcerned for earthbound travelers. Yet when the dark stoops for the kill — we rally, crowned with stars.
Hope surges under the gaze of the kings, but we will never make this decision. Fate calls; we will be swept away.
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