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Aeärwen's Little Bits - 39. Rescue

 

I knew something had happened.  The oppressiveness lifted, as if a heavy protection had been withdrawn and a weakness exposed; the air itself grew lighter, with hints of painful, freshness.  The dark ones forgot me, forgot us all; their snarls now were for one another.

Then the dark ones left me utterly alone.  For the first time in any memory I wanted to examine, there were no whips, no cudgels, no pincers, no brands.  I could hear a dull roar far away; it lasted a long time until all was silent.  I was silent too, too terrified to whimper.

Then the stones screamed and the ground shook, and I feared and hoped that the end and blessed release had finally come.  But then the dark ceiling above my head opened up, and the cruel sun burned my eyes.  I saw but one flash of vivid, brutal blue before I fell with my face to the floor, screaming. 

Their hands were gentle, but gave as much pain as the dark ones had.  Once more I was denied release to Mandos' Halls.  I know not how to live in this new world, and those who found me will not let me die.

 

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