Challenge: Grass – Plain
Author: Erulisse (one L)
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sandbox, I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
Everything is packed and secured. Morning will bring the start of their journey to Mordor. Sam's dreams are troubled.
Standing in the midst of an unfamiliar land he hears Aragorn’s familiar voice ring out.
“What news from the North, Riders of Rohan?”
Mounted warriors wheel in place and approach, spears down, swords drawn. In the distance a line of green hints of a forest and a thin plume of smoke mars the sky. Squinting he looks at the armored horses and the grassy plain surrounding them. A sense of foreboding assails him.
He turns, squirming, and pulls his blanket tighter.