(The fifth dribble of six written for the Spooky Arda "Six Days of Spooky" Challenge)
Boromir berated himself; he should never have thrown that stone.
Far beneath, in the pool’s cold and darksome depths,
something stirred, and ripples bubbled to the surface.
Awakened, malice sent a thread of thought
questing to the distant murky surface.
A token of power beckons,
calling, calling: “take me!”
moving slowly upwards
tentacles writhe…
There!