• ᴘʏʀʀʜɪᴄ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ • ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴛ

"Bubbling blueberries and steaming stems, lovely lilies and gleaming gems--
for each sip, a sprinkle of hope; beware, beware, the grinning ghosts!"

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An eccentric man once sat upon a stool, a bowl of mashed blueberries cradled in his calloused hands; at his side rest a giggling girl who wasn't quite sure what to make of the concoction brewing in the pot before her. As summer's warmth gave way to golden troves of fragile leaves, each more beautiful than the last, the pair sat in a tiny shack without a care for the darkness brewing in the lands of Middle Earth. Even when frost nestled in the crooks of the windows, or rain barraged the roof with a roar mightier than Smaug's, they were content to roam about the shelves of books and racks of herbs and bones.
Alas, when ugly creatures brandishing crooked grins and grimy swords arrived on their peaceful doorstep, a great tragedy would befall the quiet woods that day. When the sun rose, and the dying embers of a glorious flame faded to ash, a woeful spirit emerged from the wreckage with a new rage ravaging their soul.
It was, at that moment, that a harbinger was born of smoke and fury; their wings twisted and black as the spiders that would one day roam the decaying forests of Greenwood the Great. As the Valar whispered, and Nienna's tears soothed the stinging wounds of flesh, she rose, renewed, and a cloak of crimson was draped upon her narrow shoulders.

She was to warn the many creatures of Middle Earth of the darkness stirring, and if her words failed to sway kings and an overwhelmed, cautious hobbit, a grave future will greet them all in the end.

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| ɴᴏᴠ. 2018 |
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