Characters: Sméagol, Déagol
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
For the “Barren Lands” challenge
The Cold Hard Lands
“The cold hard lands
They bites our hands
They gnaws our feet,” Sméagol sang.
“Where are the cold hard lands, Granna? Are they far away?” Déagol whined.
“Are there scary things there? Creeping things?” Sméagol loved such tales, even if his cousin didn’t.
“Hush, now.” Granna’s lips brushed their foreheads. “That’s an old song; no-one lives there anymore. We’re safe here in the soft, green riverlands. But stay out of mischief! Or I’ll send you both off there.”
Déagol whimpered himself to sleep. Sméagol lay awake, wondering what kinds of mysteries lurked in the cold, dark places of the world.