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Aearwen's Little Bits - Forgotten
This happens to be THE very first drabble I ever wrote, way over a year ago. I'm surprised I haven't taken the opportunity to post it before, to be honest. Enjoy.
(Warning: kleenexes may be needed)
Dead leaves skitter aimlessly across walkways no longer kept swept, gathering in messy clumps at the base of overgrown shrubs that obstruct windows. Barren, untamed branches stretch toward a grey sky.
A library door stands ajar, disclosing a room filled with empty, lonesome shelves covered in a thick layer of dust. Nothing disturbs the powder on the marble floor - not a single sign indicates that anything living dwells here anymore.
Graceful pillars, carved balustrades, curved staircases, empty windows, darkened doorways; everything once elegant and serene stands forgotten, decaying.
Like a dying dream, Imladris fades from the memories of Men.
(Warning: kleenexes may be needed)
Dead leaves skitter aimlessly across walkways no longer kept swept, gathering in messy clumps at the base of overgrown shrubs that obstruct windows. Barren, untamed branches stretch toward a grey sky.
A library door stands ajar, disclosing a room filled with empty, lonesome shelves covered in a thick layer of dust. Nothing disturbs the powder on the marble floor - not a single sign indicates that anything living dwells here anymore.
Graceful pillars, carved balustrades, curved staircases, empty windows, darkened doorways; everything once elegant and serene stands forgotten, decaying.
Like a dying dream, Imladris fades from the memories of Men.