Fellowship of the Ring - Drabbled, The
11. A Knife in the Dark
The hunt was up.
Darkness wraps around them like a great cloak. Faster every time the hand stretches, corners, shrouds, chokes... And more swiftly do they move, ever forward, driven by a strange force they had never felt. It was Hope that led them, though they knew it not. Still, the black shadows kept coming.
Run! Hurry! Almost- but no. The blade has reached: cold, lethal, sharpened to pierce, and it thrusts.
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
A shrill hiss, a stab of bitter cold, and then silence. Light came. That power that drives shadows away has saved them.
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