Title; Out of the Darkness
For the 'Pathfinder' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
This drabble is part of a series for the 'Film' challenges, featuring Éowyn. This one takes place in the House of Healing in Minas Tirith.
Cold. She was so very cold; cold as death, cold as the tomb. Around her all was black; a thick, inky, blackness; heavy with death and decay; surrounding her with a fear and helplessness greater than she could have ever imagined.
Éowyn had longed for death, yet now…
Then, so far away that at first she thought it imagined, a pin-prick of light. She tried to struggle towards it but it seemed too far away; and yet the light was calling, growing stronger, until, finally, she saw that her pathfinder was the brightest star of seven, over a white tree.