2006 Birthday Drabbles
IgnobleBard's 2006 Birthday Presents: 5. Cold be Hand and Heart and Bone - by Imhiriel
The blood reverently washed away from his spear-wound, the prince was laid out, in the company of his forefathers' forefathers. His apparel was of befitting richness, packed by some servant even in hasty retreat from Angmar; in his hands a blue-jewelled brooch, loving token from his lady.
Out of the depths of the mound, a figure, barely visible in a sudden wan, eerie light, crept towards the bier.
A cold, harsh whisper chanted repugnant, bone-freezing incantations.
A groping hand touched the body...
The prince stirred.
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A/N:
- Title and inspiration from FotR, Fog on the Barrow-downs.
- "It is said that the mounds of Tyrn Gorthad ... are very ancient, and that many were built in the days of the old world of the First Age by the forefathers of the Edain... Some say that the mound in which the Ring-bearer was imprisoned had been the grave of the last prince of Cardolan, who fell in the war of 1409. (RotK, Appendix A I (iii))
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Imhiriel