BALLAD OF BROKEN SWORDS ( LEGOLAS )

𝟬𝟮𝟵 ━━ from the shadows

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˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ BALLAD OF BROKEN SWORDS ❱
*✧ ─── ❝ ❪ FROM THE SHADOWS ❫ ❞
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT TWO ── audentes fortuna iuvat 🏹 ⁺⑅

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CHILDREN OF ARDA DUOLOGY ⋆ ☄.
♯ ❝ I FELT IT TOO ❞
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
˚ ₊ ♡ the third age ─── year 3019
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❝ 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯,
𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘣𝘦 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 ❞

*✧ ─── FOR EIGHT DAYS, NO ENEMY HAD SHOWN, BUT GYDA'S NERVES WERE ON EDGE DESPITE THE LULLING WATERS and dull hours spend on the water. Under the cover of stars and moonlight they traveled, some days they dared trapse during the early morning hours. Her body was slowly succumbing to exhaustion, weary from their travels after the light of Lothlorien that had encased them with a calm they hadn't felt since Imladris.

But no dangers had revealed themselves yet, and no unfriendly eyes had spotted them. The world around them was silent, strangely so. Only the occasional rustling leaves and whistling birds were heard. And Gyda had heard something ominous in those sounds. Like a warning call. For the land ahead of them was filled with despair and sorrow.

As their journey progresses the landscape started to change. Gyda let her eyes travel to the Eastern bank, where long formless slopes rose from beneath the water, stretching up and away towards the sky. But there was something strange to the way they looked, for not a single blade of grass was able to grow from the cracks. The blackened rocks like scorched earth.

The Brown lands were a familiar place for Gyda. She remembered marching through those wastelands as a young warrior with her father by her side. They were mere empty stretches of land that served as a cruel reminder of the evil of Sauron and the dangers that lurked beyond the horizon.

Gyda's eyes wander down to Elgarain. The High-Queen was observing the scenery around her with a furrowed brow, her mind surely a million miles away. There was a tension in her shoulders that Gyda knew she carried herself as well. She too was feeling the unease that surrounds them.

On the other side of the bank, more greenery survived but it looks unnatural in the way shadows were cast on the ground, like they were alive and crawling closer to them. She remember seeing those shorelines with her battalion, knows the way Galion had talked about the beauty of the Rolling Plains that lay beyond those dark patches of land.

There was little speech and no laughter in any of the boats. Each member of the Company was busy with their own thoughts. With each passing day they came closer to Mordor and the thought of that dark land was already causing a shadow to fall upon their hearts, wrapping them in silence.