Drabbles: The Silmarillion, part 2 by Zdenka

Anfauglith

Rían crosses the Anfauglith to find the Hill of the Slain where Huor lies.

Puffs of dust rose up with every footstep as Rían walked. The dust caked her hair and clothing; her throat was dry and her lips cracked with thirst. Once this was a plain of lush grass, they said, where the High King’s horses roamed in a thunder of hoofbeats. But it was only a story to her; this land had burned when she was a young child.

At last she saw it: one spot of bright green in the dry lands. Rían stumbled toward it and fell to her knees on the green mound. “Huor,” she whispered. “I am here.”

Chapter End Notes

Written for the drabblechallenge community on Dreamwidth for the June 2017 challenge. The prompt was this picture (a photograph of a man crossing a line of sand dunes in the desert, leaving footprints behind him).