Start a story or poem with Charles Dickens' famous opening line from A Tale of Two Cities: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." (If you're creating a piece of artwork for this challenge, use this line as your theme or title.)
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Eregon straightened to attention as his Lady passed on her white mare.
No longer need they fear incursions from that vile tower to the north. Dol Guldur was no more; he had been there to watch as his Lady had sung its utter ruin.
And now, amazingly, she was leaving. The Golden Wood was emptying, some Elves sailing with the Lady, while others following the Lord to Imladris. He had distant kin in Eryn Lasgalen, among the Tawarren and Laegren.
In victory, the Galadhrim were a broken people.
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.