New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
Nargothrond, 465 First Age. Poem prompt: "A Dream," by William Blake.
A familiar whine interrupted her pacing, heralding another visit from the great wolfhound whose companionship was the prisoner's only consolation. She cracked her door open, seeing nothing. "Huan?" she said, "what brings you here by the dark of night?"
A shape pushed past her into the room and shook itself once. Obscurity slid to the floor and puddled there, revealing her friend standing above her cloak of shadows. He nosed the cloak toward her and spoke with words: "My lady, this place is not safe for you. Don your dark cloak and I will lead you away."
Marveling, Lúthien obeyed.