Gandalf, Flying
Dec. 2nd, 2005 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanHow quickly can the eagles fly? Swifter than arrows, despite air that is heavy with soot-stained rain, and fumes belched forth from the belly of a dying mountain.
Sharp-eyed Gwaihir, can you see them? Small as prey, hidden by gloom? We are nearly there. Fly on, and pray we are not too late.
How quickly can a mountain fall? Too quickly, if it is torn from within. Through watering eyes I watch the ramparts crumble, swallowed inward to be met by flares of red-gold flame.
There! There! On an island in the ruin! A light for those that can see!
Sharp-eyed Gwaihir, can you see them? Small as prey, hidden by gloom? We are nearly there. Fly on, and pray we are not too late.
How quickly can a mountain fall? Too quickly, if it is torn from within. Through watering eyes I watch the ramparts crumble, swallowed inward to be met by flares of red-gold flame.
There! There! On an island in the ruin! A light for those that can see!
