1. Cold be Hand and Heart and Bone
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.
- Title and inspiration from FotR, Fog on the Barrow-down.
- "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))
18.10.06 B-drabble for IgnobleBard, who requested a scary story with a frightening theme or unexpected twist.
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