Aearwen's Little Bits - Awakening
Jan. 9th, 2010 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aearwenOne of the really fun things about writing all these drabbles is the number and variety of characters who suddenly found voices. This is another from a perspective not often heard from, and as I selected this, a plot bunny hopped out of the woodwork and looked up at me with these sad, soleful eyes. I immediately gave it a carrot, brushed the dust and ash out of its fur, and gave it a home in the hutch with the others. Who knows what I'll do with it one of these days...
Without further ado...
I awaken.
Something stirs in the empty places within the mountain above me, something I have not sensed for Ages of the world.
Not the small ones, who awake me with their hammers and their shovels and dump dirt and dust on my head - those I can blast into ashes with a single breath. Not the other small ones, who clammer and skitter and chatter and fight among themselves until I cannot stand the din - those I blast into ashes regularly, because they never seem to learn.
No. This is different. A challenge I dare not refuse.
Olórin.
Without further ado...
I awaken.
Something stirs in the empty places within the mountain above me, something I have not sensed for Ages of the world.
Not the small ones, who awake me with their hammers and their shovels and dump dirt and dust on my head - those I can blast into ashes with a single breath. Not the other small ones, who clammer and skitter and chatter and fight among themselves until I cannot stand the din - those I blast into ashes regularly, because they never seem to learn.
No. This is different. A challenge I dare not refuse.
Olórin.
