A wand for the Minor Arcana. These are not my characters, I have been hijacked.
Before The Fall
“He stood upon the bridge alone
and Fire and Shadow both defied;”
Frodo faltered. Sorrow welled up like shadow and flame. Pain, searing hot tried to deny him even the comfort of offering these words – meager, but all he had been able to give.
The strength to go on came like the clasp of a hand on his shoulder. Narya, whose strongest power had always been to kindle the fire in the heart, blazed. For the briefest of moments, the pain had no power...
“ his staff was broken on the stone,” he managed at last.
“ in Khazad-dum his wisdom died.