Baranduin (baranduin) wrote in tolkien_weekly,

Drabble: Return

Drabble: Return
Author: Baranduin
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own anything or make a profit.
Book: LOTR
Challenge: Fire


The smell of the burning was still heavy in the air; they breathed in its acrid remains with every breath. All had gone up in flames when Saruman’s army passed through--house, outbuildings, fences, the hay stacked in neat rounds, the very grass.

The Westfold family knelt on the black soil, silent in their return. The man brushed his hands against the hard ground, dug his fingers beneath its crust.

His son’s voice broke. “What will we do?”

“Look!” the man said and smiled.

So tender. The shoots of grass pushing through the burned earth were so tender and green.

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