Two Towers - Drabbled, The
11. The Palantír
But the Stone, too, answers him not, hearkening instead to one of its kind. Words unspoken and a gaze from afar, captivate, till the wizard calls. He is seen.
Flight is essential.
Hence they fly, wizard and halfling, towards war, hastened by a shadow, the Stone left in the hands of a rightful heir. And the halfling gets some rest and many answers.
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