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Day 366: A year in Middle-earth
Apr. 16th, 2008 01:45 amAs it's technically Day 366 here (past midnight), I'm posting the last drabble. This is an affectionate tribute to the many readers who have provided me with prompts, encouraged me with wonderful feedback, and kept me company on this year-long journey. Thank you, all of you, for letting me inflict this project on your flists. {{{hugs}}}
So... *drum roll*
Day 366
A year in Middle-earth
The stargazer excitedly waved around a heavy, yellowed tome. A lady from the far north sang the merits of the grey-eyed lord from furthest south, while the owner of the two bounding spaniels and the cat-fancier debated whether Steward or King should be preferred, and decided friendship was best. The writer of tales of strange, ghost-ridden lands looked up, pen in hand, and plaintively requested a living Boromir, even as a lady clad in ancient garb begged for romance and politics mixt. Others called for Dark creatures or fair elves or tortured Elrond.
Reader, I took one look... and ran!
So... *drum roll*
Day 366
A year in Middle-earth
The stargazer excitedly waved around a heavy, yellowed tome. A lady from the far north sang the merits of the grey-eyed lord from furthest south, while the owner of the two bounding spaniels and the cat-fancier debated whether Steward or King should be preferred, and decided friendship was best. The writer of tales of strange, ghost-ridden lands looked up, pen in hand, and plaintively requested a living Boromir, even as a lady clad in ancient garb begged for romance and politics mixt. Others called for Dark creatures or fair elves or tortured Elrond.
Reader, I took one look... and ran!
