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Various Drabbles  by Cheryl

<>Echoing in my ears, the Black Speech of Mordor blankets my soul and chills me even more than the coldest fogs of Mirkwood.

“The Ring must be destroyed.”

“I will take the Ring to Mordor…though, I do not know the way.” Quiet and unsure, the innocent hobbit’s words pierce the bitter cold of dread in my heart like a ray of sunshine on a winter’s day, and stays my anger towards the dwarf.

His courage against such overwhelming odds inspires me. Following the Ranger's lead, I pledge him my bow - a decision I know is right.

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