Fellowship of the Ring - Drabbled, The
20. Farewell To Lòrien
They sought respite among its silver birches and golden leaves. Its quiet light and haunting song soothed the injuries of body and soul. The Lord offered advice, the Lady gifts.
But they knew naught of what lay ahead.
Would they walk blind in the darkness? Would hope still burn when none fanned its flame?
The Lady would depart, having passed her test. She sang for lost worlds, one that she would forsake and the other that had long ago forsaken her.
They left the twilight land, none remained. While Laurlindòrenan lay in the ruins of Time, their journey continued.
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