Word count: 100
Character: Frodo, post-quest
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, etc.
Author's Notes: I'm steeling myself for air travel here in the next few weeks (and the inevitable sinking feeling of helplessness as I hand my well-being over to the pilot) -- ergo my drabblish thoughts about mortality, trusting that which cannot be seen, and finding HOPE...
Clutched in talons of soaring grace, midst choking ash and smoke, I felt the first stirrings deep within.
And though crushed with pain and despair, I found myself riding an ocean of endless sky -- blindly trusting currents that could not be seen. And with that trust, I entered a boundless, borderless world, fully-owned by the very air I breathed. Fully-owned… by hope.
And now my dreams, though trapped in parchment, reach ever skyward -- for riding the earth is not enough. I long to step into the bright abyss at life’s edge, and instead of finding void…
Soar in joyous flight.