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Across Arda's Ages  by Rhyselle

Nov 22:  Mallorn (Fourth Age 121, Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire)


The child of the one who planted me still comes each evening as the sun wanes, but I sense he goes soon to his final sleep.  While small ones still climb my silver trunk, no longer do the Firstborn come across the grass in the starlight, to softly sing beneath my branches before they follow the sun into the west

 My leaves still glow golden in the late summer sun, but something has changed this last season.

No longer do I sense, as I reached out with root and leaf through the earth and air, others of my kind.

I am the last.


A/N:  Inspired by Celeritas’ comment on NaQuaWriMo drabble #14:  Filemot at Stories of Arda:  “...As for the drabble itself--how sad! Inevitable, of course, but I hope that this isn't early in the Age at least.  I also have to wonder if this means that the Shire's mallorn has also died, or if it gets an extra lease on life.”  This doesn’t exactly answer her final thought, but it’s what the Mallorn gave to me tonight.





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