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Aearwen's Little Bits - Fresh Start
For what it's worth, I have actually written one new drabble since my complaint last week that I still hadn't tried. I'd like to think I could do more - but I'm being nice and letting my Muse rest after she gave me a whole novel (all 40k words of it) in less than two weeks.
Next week I'll start expecting more of her.
And this week's drabble is being posted especially for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pandemonium_213, after I mentioned it in a message and she said she hadn't seen it. Too late, I remembered that the only place I'd ever posted this was in the writer's workshop that I walked away from some months ago.
Pandë, this is for you:
With no warning, the very ground began to shake and the air of the city filled with the keening of those in fear of their lives.
Alatar dashed outside his hall, set on a rise overlooking the sprawling city, just in time to see the tall, dark spires of the central temple dedicated to the Dark Lord tip in upon themselves and come crashing down, killing all caught within the dark walls.
A cleaner air lifted white hair and billowed blue robes. The wizard smiled, knowing his time had come.
At last his work - and Pallando's - could begin.
Next week I'll start expecting more of her.
And this week's drabble is being posted especially for
pandemonium_213, after I mentioned it in a message and she said she hadn't seen it. Too late, I remembered that the only place I'd ever posted this was in the writer's workshop that I walked away from some months ago. Pandë, this is for you:
With no warning, the very ground began to shake and the air of the city filled with the keening of those in fear of their lives.
Alatar dashed outside his hall, set on a rise overlooking the sprawling city, just in time to see the tall, dark spires of the central temple dedicated to the Dark Lord tip in upon themselves and come crashing down, killing all caught within the dark walls.
A cleaner air lifted white hair and billowed blue robes. The wizard smiled, knowing his time had come.
At last his work - and Pallando's - could begin.