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Just another ficlet.
Teardrops of the World
It was not long after the triuphmant last battle that the rain started to fall. The ash that had been spewed forth by the mountain's anger hung heavily in the air, and the breaths of those who remained became labored.
The heaviness in the air was tempered by the exaltation all felt at the release from fear. Even those who mourned knew that lost ones had given their lives so they would not have to.
Pippin, breath ragged, pain filling his blurry vision, watched as the skies finally began to weep, and knew that the earth itself wept not for those gone before, but those left behind.
Teardrops of the World
It was not long after the triuphmant last battle that the rain started to fall. The ash that had been spewed forth by the mountain's anger hung heavily in the air, and the breaths of those who remained became labored.
The heaviness in the air was tempered by the exaltation all felt at the release from fear. Even those who mourned knew that lost ones had given their lives so they would not have to.
Pippin, breath ragged, pain filling his blurry vision, watched as the skies finally began to weep, and knew that the earth itself wept not for those gone before, but those left behind.
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but the lost ones returned, and there was rejoicing. I want the same for you.
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{{{Piplover}}}
All that angst in five little sentences! Just lovely!