Blackout poem


Frodo was left to himself alone and felt rather forlorn but those near him were silent they gave no heed to Frodo. At first he understood them little as soon as he began to attend to them almost it seemed the words to shape, and images if far away lands and bright things that he had never yet imagined opened out before him. Then they became more and more dream like until he sank under it’s shimmering weight into a deep realm of sleep in a dream full of music, running water, and a voice, faint  at first and then clearer ran the words.


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