Author: Jay of Lasgalen
Disclaimer: Tolkien's; not mine.
The Darkness Outside
Within the Last Homely House the fires blazed brightly, and minstrels still sang. Yet outside the walls, outside the valley, shadow loomed ever closer, and the darkness deepened. The Fellowship would be well on their way by now – perhaps still travelling through Hollin, or maybe climbing towards the bitter, inhospitable pass of Caradhras. And his sons – they were away once more, roaming across the bleak, icy wilderness, gathering the scattered Dúnedain to bring them to Aragorn’s aid.
Though he sat in the Hall of Fire, he did not feel the warmth and light of Imladris, for his thoughts lay outside.