Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Little Lambs Lost |
| The moon’s more color than the sheet-pale lock-hole lass. Thrasja, shaking, reaches for her confiscated pendant. Likely already threatened – their violinist must turn letter. Ambarin brings bread, tells her: “It’s not cookie.” Then: “You live in The Bottle, with Audaliufs. Little monkey counts snowed-in boats at wharf.” She stares. “I’ve tailed you,” he admits. “But – ” “‘Tis seeding peaches: they’d chair, rope and fork you for Adris. ‘T’isn’t about you or money or...” Helpless tears begin. “I could help.” One moment, she’s his, ‘til his driving ‘if’ shows. She wavers; his crystal image shatters. Self-sickened, Ambarin abandons her. |
Prompts: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant, crystal, cookie, letter, money, tail, chair, bread, seed, snow, peach, rope, boat |