Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Before the Black Gate, Second Age 3434 |
| On Morannon’s desolate black plain they face Mordor's vast forces; for a moment all’s still, only the chill East wind whipping Oropher's standard, and as Thranduil takes one deep breath the true-seeing comes: A lone, fair-headed archer - my son-to-be! On this plain, at the heart of a hopelessly outnumbered force of Men drawn up on a little hill, waiting for orcs beyond counting to break upon them like a wave... His head swims, for in an instant he understands what this must mean: I will survive this day. And yet... in another Age, it will all be to do again. |
For the LJ tolkien_weekly "Flashforward" Movie Challenge. MEFA nominee 2010 (Award Main Category: Genres: Drama: General Mixed Drabbles ) |