- Joined
- Nov 14, 2021
As Sam, the last of the Company, led Bill up on to the dry ground on the far side, there came a soft sound: a swish, followed by a plop, as if a fish had disturbed the still surface of the water. Turning quickly they saw ripples, black-edged with shadow in the waning light: great rings were widening outwards from a point far out in the lake. There was a bubbling noise, and then silence. The dusk deepened, and the last gleams of the sunset were veiled in cloud.
I've spent days searching Reddit and watching 15 hour lore videos on Youtube, and I've read every single fan letter from Tolkien and nobody at my LGS talks to me anymore just like my family