Disclaimer: Tolkien hoc fecit. Itaque magistro gratiam debeo.
Author’s Note: For the “Lost Cities” challenge, I chose Tharbad.
When he lost his horse to the Greyflood, Boromir did not spare a thought for the animal. He did not even notice its high-pitched whinnying, the white showing in its eyes, the foam on its flaring nostrils. Nor did he care about the cold, the wetness and the miles ahead of him.
Tharbad’s strange familiarity was weighing on his mind, possessing him wholly: a heap of ruins astride a stream, a bridge fallen prey to an implacable enemy, water seeping into empty halls bereft of glory. – But if he ever came to journey’s end, yet another city would not fall.