Fellowship of the Ring - Drabbled, The
12. Flight To The Ford
At the last bridge the way was marked by a single green stone. That night, a foolish song lightened their spirits, a story heard long ago. Then salvation came, a mighty golden-haired elf lord shimmering with light, riding a shining white horse.
A sudden rush of danger prompted a desperate race to safety across the ford. There was a roaring rush of water, and then silence.
~Jay of Lasgalen~
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