Ghosts of Midwinters PastDarkness so thick that it was almost palpable hung heavy in the chamber and concentrated most heavily about the tall, lean figure who sat forlornly with bowed head and heavy heart. Spirits of the primeval night - born of the ancient theme of discord and summoned forth by anguish and sorrow, or perhaps wrought from melancholy itself - emerged soundlessly from the gloom like ink spreading over parchment. The dark ones hovered about him, gaining strength in the shadow of his withering despair, the anguish and sorrow of this mournful lord of darkness and fear. They danced to solemn dirges that only he could hear, their shuffling footsteps dragging through the ethers, their claw-like hands tearing at featureless faces. Still he sat, silent as the tomb – silent as she was on her bier of marble – silent as death, silent as the endless passage of long and weary years.Ghosts of Midwinters Past by Elfhild
Tomorrow night was Midwinter Night, Yule, the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year. The power of the Nazg
I write fanfiction based upon the works of J. R. R. Tolkien. I am one of the two authors behind "The Circles," a series of alternative universe fan novels exploring the two possibilities of "What if the Witch-king wasn't killed at Pelennor?" and "What if Sauron regained the One Ring?" The other writer involved in this project is Angmar, and we have been writing this series since November 14, 2004. We currently have five books posted on our personal homepage (see link below). If you like Tolkien, be sure to check out our story. I can almost guarantee that it will be different from any fanfiction you have ever read before.
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