Story Summary
"We were as men who through a fen
of filthy darkness grope.
We did not dare to breathe a prayer
or to give our anguish scope.
Something was dead in each of us
and what was dead was Hope."
Maeglin writes sonnets to Idril. Finalist at the 2004 Mithril Awards - poetry
Maeglin writes sonnets to Idril. Finalist at the 2004 Mithril Awards - poetry
Chapter List
| Ch# | Title | Words | Com. | Updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Author's note | 79 | 0 | 11 Jan 04 |
| 2 | Light | 112 | 0 | 31 Aug 03 |
| 3 | Hope | 113 | 0 | 29 Oct 03 |
| 4 | Darkness | 112 | 0 | 26 Oct 03 |
| 5 | Death | 110 | 0 | 26 Oct 03 |
| Appx. Word Count | 526 | 0 | ||
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