Author: Linda Hoyland
Word count: 100
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
The City was burning. Denethor’s City, which he was born and bred to rule over. Fire consumed the stones, flesh of his flesh and bone of his bones, burning, burning!
Water had taken his son and heir, Boromir the beloved; fire from within now consumed the other.
There were worse things than fire. Flames have no malice. In their dance of destruction, they swiftly consume their prey.
He would embrace the fire and die the slave of none.
Let flames take him and Faramir too! Earth, air, fire and water; all would become one. Fire would purify and grant release.