Source: LOTR book verse
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In the days following the destruction of the ring an ash rain fell on Minas Tirith, covering everything in a layer of smoke-blue particles. They didn’t settle, but moved across the surfaces of the city: roofs, petals, skin...
Eowyn shielded her eyes and watched the particles swirl across her hand and up her sleeve. When she at last tried to brush them away they left dark traces.
Her hand pulsated afterwards, like touched by vibrations from a distant furnace.
She felt strangely still; held between sorrow and hope as dusk fell slowly into the dusty air like a blue cloak.