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Ch. 39 - Not Forsaken – A Drabble
Tightly I hold onto Gimli. He struggles, tears at my arms, but I will not let him go. He bellows invectives at the Orcs that chased us from his cousin’s burial ground, at the Balrog that tore Mithrandir from us, at the dreams that died in the space of a moment. I will not let him return to that dark pit, that cave that would claim us all if we let it.
The grief of these last hours’ envelopes him and he falls. He cannot fall far. I have him. Held tightly in my arms. I will not abandon him.
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