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The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
Rawlind’s heart has been heavy and her mood foul for the past month or so, but when she finally enters a captured Isengard in search of the friend she was forced to leave behind, is any relief waiting for her within?
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
The end is coming swiftly now, and Rawlind can't remember the last time she slept well. But there is always something more to be done and maybe she just doesn't know when to stop.
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
Troubled dreams haunt Rawlind's sleep and in them, she can't escape the echoes of those she has left behind.
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
The climax of this story still has yet to arrive, but for Candaith; his has come and gone and he has not emerged the victor.
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
"Rawlind...Many days have passed since I last saw you. Many leagues have you traveled. We are both changed...can you feel it?"
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
In the distance, birds are singing.
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
Finally, Rawlind finds herself face to face with the reason she and Lothrandir were dragged to Isengard, but there isn't time for anything more than a swift death. (She tries not to be bitter about this)
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
For the first time in a long time, Rawlind allows herself to hope that maybe the worst is finally behind them.
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
Rawlind didn't know she had this much hate in her heart, but the world often surprises her, because here she is in a wagon being taken to Isengard and she wants to rip out the heart of the man responsible.
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
“You know I don’t blame you?” It washes over her like a benediction. A bitter, unwanted benediction. “I don’t. I’m glad one of us got away…”
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
Rawlind's heart can't stop pounding and she can almost taste freedom...but guilt threatens to choke her as she runs and her freedom tastes almost like ashes.
The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types+1
by secretfeanorian
Rawlind is growing stir crazy and the blooming romance between Nona and Horn is not helping her mood in the slightest.
