Kortirion (kortirion) wrote in tolkien_weekly,

Hate - Dust - challenge

Title: Hate
Word Count: 100
Author: Kortirion
Character: King of the Dead of Dunharrow
Disclaimer: Tolkien fecit, Kortirion drabbles in the dust - sorry!
Notes: Previously posted some while ago in Tolkien100, but I'm a review whore!

The very dust oppresses us. Ancient as the bones of the Earth this place is carved from. Evil was done here; grievous things by wicked men best forgotten. We linger, forced to wait. It should be a tomb, for we crave oblivion, but die not. He bound us until we are called and our hate is palpable.

I thought it was him, he bears the wyrd, but how could it be? Thirty generations have passed, pitifully slow. I loathed him; I feared he’d not offer absolution, - but he did.

Then we harried death into oblivion. And it was sweet.
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