for the challenge yellow at tolkien_weekly
All of Arda belongs to the Professor. I am just a traveller.
When I was small and woke to fears in the dark, I knew that I could find my way back to calm by following the soft light of the candle by my mother’s desk. Though the length of the hall needed to be conquered, I knew that trusted glow would show the way.
Now I light my own candle, but its light is lost, swallowed in the need of a hundred others, dead and searching for salvation. Our lights draw no friend, no comforting hand – just the occasional lost traveler, eyes screaming with fear as they look into mine.