Author: Linda Hoyland
Word count: 100
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
As far as the eye could see the earth lay parched and cracked. Leaves withered on stubby trees, rivers became dry chasms and the grass was long since shrivelled.
Aragorn lifted his water bottle to his parched lips and took a few sips of the precious liquid.
He closed his eyes and thought longingly of his northern homeland where the grass grew green and the rivers flowed abundantly.
He scooped up a handful of dust and let it trickle through his fingers. In the heart of Sauron’s realm there was nought but dust and ashes.
One day rain must fall.