Inspiring Drabbles
Five Elements: 4. Air: Gandalf
There was a long, dark nothingness until he heard the Voice, felt the long, considering gaze, and knew he was no longer in the flesh.
Naked, he had returned home.
Had he failed altogether, he wondered? Was his purpose ended?
With every passing second it grew stronger, this freedom of movement, this sharpness of seeing and knowing. He rejoiced, regaining himself, but the memory of Frodo's face as he fell was both strong and bitter.
He answered the Voice as it knew he would, as he must, and leapt far, flying free, before he fell again, clothed once more.
Naked, he had returned home.
Had he failed altogether, he wondered? Was his purpose ended?
With every passing second it grew stronger, this freedom of movement, this sharpness of seeing and knowing. He rejoiced, regaining himself, but the memory of Frodo's face as he fell was both strong and bitter.
He answered the Voice as it knew he would, as he must, and leapt far, flying free, before he fell again, clothed once more.
