Orctober Instadrabbles by cuarthol

Healing Waters

waters, pain, Elf's, evil

This was once a place of beauty.  He had heard the stories of healing waters blessed by Ulmo though never chanced to see it.  But the pain he hears in the stranger’s cries echo the evil which has come to this once sacred place.  Now the waters are stagnant and rank.

Tuor almost steps out of the treeline, but he is held back, a warning in the Elf’s eyes that says their paths may cross here but they go to a different doom.

It is a long time before Voronwë nods and they continue again across the now silent landscape.