That strength which in old days moved earth and heaven by Himring

That strength which in old days moved earth and heaven

The OFC featured is my recurring character Narye, but this drabble can be read on its own.

It was a long time before she returned to Ost-in-Edhil. Others had assured her that the most obvious traces of bloodshed and violence were gone. Thus, she stood once more on the doorstep of the Gwaith-i-Mirdain and saw how the world’s weather had worked on the ruins: the remains of the gate collapsed, no roof that had not fallen, crumpled walls gnawed by ice and storm. Any treasure the enemy had not plundered had been carried off since. Merciful moss grew, and lichen.

She found fragments of worked stone, built a small cairn for fallen friends before she left again.

Chapter End Notes

100 words in MS Word.

There are a number of other stories featuring Narye. One of them is here.