20. The Voices of My People That Have Gone Before Me
Today's Challenge (Day 16):
A gentle breeze brushed the hilltop, combing the ruins...
Write a story or poem that starts with this line or create a piece of art that reflects this line.
The Voices of My People That Have Gone Before Me
"A gentle breeze brushed the hilltop, combing the ruins of Dol Guldur, and I thought I heard the voices of our captives and our dead... lost souls..." Legolas buries his face in his hands.
Oropher strokes his grandson's shoulder. "The Dark Lord's twisted malice was great, his arm long. But know this; many such spirits found their way to Mandos, and I walked among them. Some had been broken, almost beyond repair – but Námo's power to heal is great, and his patience without end. They will be whole again."
Legolas looks up, eyes bright with unshed tears, and nods.
Dol Guldur means "hill of dark magic". Námo is the correct name of the Vala usually known as Mandos after the Halls he presides over.