Ch. 4 - The Touch of Grief
Inspired by Linaewen's latest chapter of ‘Lords of Gondor:’
'His thumb traced the jagged edge where the Horn had been cut in two by axe or sword, and rubbed gently across the blackened silver mouthpiece. He ran the braided baldric through his hands until they began to feel numb where the leather roughened his palm.'
Gently Ever so gently Touching the untouchable.
Thumb Tentative, tracing The unbearable pain.
Fingers Frightened, feeling The familiar form.
Hands Holding horror Roughened leather.
Palms Pulled, parted Burning with sorrow.
Arms Angry, awful Needing to hold.
Eyes Ever earnest Seeing visions.
Heart Heavy, hurting Broken forever.
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