A spooky-ish drabble, inspired by Halloween...

[cairistiona]

Lonely Journey South
Rated G
100-word drabble by OpenOffice Writer count
Aragorn walks a lonely road. (and belongs to Professor Tolkien, alas, and not me.)

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Fog cringes in the valleys, leaving moonlit ridges to rear like bleached bones of long-slain worrums; spines without flesh, barren and dead.

A chill breeze rattles the husks of dry leaves, their sussuration an echo of the old woman's whisper as she tosses the bones. What say them? Come, young man...

Aragorn pulls his cloak tighter. She beckons him as he passes her drear cottage, the crone with her dwimmer-cast secrets. But he needs no witch to offer hope for a coin. Hope’s fire burns always within him.

He sets his jaw, and continues his lonely journey south.

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Happy Halloween!