Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Because I could not stop for death (Halbarad) |
Prompt: 5th March 3019 TA: The Dúnedain ride through Rohan |
| Because I could not stop for death For Dwimordene, the Master, I offer an essay in your craft. * Over the years there had been many days when time hung heavy on his hands. Night watches on the border. The long, patient guard of a merry little people leading lives without care. The long fall into the grass of an ancient kingly people. Then the summons comes from Lórien, urging him South... And now it seems that the many years of his life have not been enough after all. The days grow short. There is no time. He knows that his way lies ahead. He knows that his way leads to a door and, beyond that door, waits Death. |