Dread

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Written for the There and back Advent Challenge

Dread

Long ages have I stood here and much have I seen. Young and old have sought my shade. The birds have built in my branches and the badgers sheltered ‘neath my trunk. Grasses and ferns flourish at my feet.
Yet, what creature is this? The air shudders, heavy with menace. Who is this Black Rider? He carries no axe, so why do I fear such dread? The birds fall silent, fluttering away in fear. What manner of horse can carry such a one, neither living nor dead?
I feel my sap draining, my leaves wilting. Evil stalks abroad this day..

Dread

The characters are the property of the Tolkien estate

Written for the There and back Advent Challenge

Dread

Long ages have I stood here and much have I seen. Young and old have sought my shade. The birds have built in my branches and the badgers sheltered ‘neath my trunk. Grasses and ferns flourish at my feet.
Yet, what creature is this? The air shudders, heavy with menace. Who is this Black Rider? He carries no axe, so why do I fear such dread? The birds fall silent, fluttering away in fear. What manner of horse can carry such a one, neither living nor dead?
I feel my sap draining, my leaves wilting. Evil stalks abroad this day..

Dread

The characters are the property of the Tolkien estate

Written for the There and back Advent Challenge

Dread

Long ages have I stood here and much have I seen. Young and old have sought my shade. The birds have built in my branches and the badgers sheltered ‘neath my trunk. Grasses and ferns flourish at my feet.
Yet, what creature is this? The air shudders, heavy with menace. Who is this Black Rider? He carries no axe, so why do I fear such dread? The birds fall silent, fluttering away in fear. What manner of horse can carry such a one, neither living nor dead?
I feel my sap draining, my leaves wilting. Evil stalks abroad this day..

Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate

Written for the There and back Advent Challenge

We pile the bodies high and I bid Eothain light the pyre. Guthwine felled at least a dozen of the creatures. I rejoice. At last I have avenged our slaughtered herds and heroes. These foul fiends are worse by far than Orcs. They brazenly stalk abroad in daylight, ravaging our land. I shall not rest while one yet roams the Mark! Why would some have me stay my hand? How can I sit idly by and let the women and children’s cries for help go unanswered? Let Wormtongue rant all he pleases, I care not. I shall protect my people.

Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate

Written for the There and back Advent Challenge

We pile the bodies high and I bid Eothain light the pyre. Guthwine felled at least a dozen of the creatures. I rejoice. At last I have avenged our slaughtered herds and heroes. These foul fiends are worse by far than Orcs. They brazenly stalk abroad in daylight, ravaging our land. I shall not rest while one yet roams the Mark! Why would some have me stay my hand? How can I sit idly by and let the women and children’s cries for help go unanswered? Let Wormtongue rant all he pleases, I care not. I shall protect my people.

Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate

Written for the There and back Advent Challenge

We pile the bodies high and I bid Eothain light the pyre. Guthwine felled at least a dozen of the creatures. I rejoice. At last I have avenged our slaughtered herds and heroes. These foul fiends are worse by far than Orcs. They brazenly stalk abroad in daylight, ravaging our land. I shall not rest while one yet roams the Mark! Why would some have me stay my hand? How can I sit idly by and let the women and children’s cries for help go unanswered? Let Wormtongue rant all he pleases, I care not. I shall protect my people.