Hobbit, Drabbled, The
5. Riddles in the Dark
A cold circle of metal. Questions in a dripping cave. His blade shines blue; a sure sign of danger nearby.
Sting told the truth; peril was everywhere. Yet the blade of Gondolin, forged in the First Age, could not tell its owner of the evil he had slipped upon his finger.
"It must be a magic ring," Bilbo thought. "How lucky!" The creature Gollum's shrieks echoed in his ears.
Middle-earth's doom was his salvation that day. He left his buttons on the doorstep and raced away in the bright sun to find his friends.
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