6. Guards of the Citadel
A drabble
The water in the fountain mirrored the darkening sky. The Guards of the Citadel stood motionless as ever, protecting the memory of days long gone. Though the King had returned, the White Tree stood barren, only the wind whistled through its branches.
A sudden noise they heard by the gate to the sixth circle, but they did not move. Then someone hastened towards them, their posture stiffened. 'twas the King himself who approached, though kingly he seemed not, clad in travelling garb, dishevelled, cloak wrapped about a bundle in his arms. Then the cloth fell back, revealing a white leaf.
*****A/N: This drabble was written during an instant drabble session on IM, initiated by juno_magic. The given words were tree, mirror and noise, and the theme was Guards of the Citadel.
fliewatuet
Posted: 2006-11-04
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.
