Challenge: Light & Dark Challenge; Feather
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Sam had only hazy memories of the time between the destruction of The Ring and his first steps after awakening at Cormallen. Somewhere in there was a sensation of power and movement, and a desperate need to cling to something.
He put his hand into his pocket, now, for reassurance and his fingers touched the very thing that they had grasped at that moment. At least old Gandalf had told him that it was held in his hand so tightly that they had left it there until he woke.
About to embark on the Grey Ship, he clutched a feather.