Súlimëo Quentar: March Stories by Elleth

Revenant

Something dark has found its way into the Echoriath.

(Horror, hence possibly disturbing themes.) A drabble according to Open Office.

Dusk was tinting the sky rose over Tumladen, and lights, one by one, flickered and blinked on in the city down below; the sentries on the mountains were inattentive, preparing their evening meals.

Slowly, slowly, something dark crept through the mountains from the North, veiling itself from the views of eagles and other watchers, vanishing in the dark. Soon, soon, it found what it had come for, creeping, with luminous eyes like faraway cold stars, into the cairn in the Echoriath. Pale light flared between the stones, dust long undisturbed stirred, long-cold fingers curled around Ringil's hilt, long-dead eyes opened...

Chapter End Notes

Written for the following prompts:

B13: Artifacts and Weapons: Ringil; Colours: Rose; Evil, Villains and Monsters: Barrow-wight