Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Fallen to Darkness |
| Axes clanged hollowly in the still evening air. In their brutal ringing they spoke doom to the Shirelings who huddled like rabbits in their burrows. Peering from windows and half-cracked doors, they trembled as leather shod feet tramped the lanes. Laughter, the scorn of dark deed-doers, raped the bucolic peacefulness while rough voices yelled: “Here now my lads! Pull it down!” As a crackling sound like distant thunder cleaved the air, somewhere nearby a frantic voice cried: “The Party Tree! They’ve cut it down!” Silence followed, and in the hush before darkness fell, the sky opened its eyes and wept. |