At The Bitter End: 1. At the Bitter End

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1. At the Bitter End

I stand alone before the door, hemmed by darkness.
My blade dances through the air in a dream; my eyes fill with the past

I see…

Waves runring crimson with guilt; I hear the wails of the dying cleaving the air, etched in my memory.

White ships writhe and collapse in flame…

My pride and passion:


A shaft of sunlight lances through the shadowed sky, burnishing the blood pooling at my feet, mocking me; they are lost to me, though I burn with longing.

Silver fist reaches vainly for the golden band, and the dreamer falls.

I drown in a sea of yrch

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: elcalion

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 2nd Age - Rings

Genre: Other

Rating: General

Last Updated: 03/11/05

Original Post: 03/11/05

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