Loudwater

by Adaneth [archived by HASA_Archivist]

Summary:

A very different perspective on the Flight across the Ford. A birthday drabble for Imhiriel. MEFA 2008: Third Place in Late Third Age: General Fixed-Length Ficlets.

Notes:

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Drift of rain or drift of snow; trickling down rock, seeping through stone . . . welling as springs into sunlight.  Babble over boulders long-rounded by my passage--placid in pools where trout lurk, sharp-eyed for prey--the rushing fall over ledges stubborn to last, steps down towards rushy swan-pools.  Far, far to go, carrying news of the land to the Sea.

The Master's foreboding clots and clogs my current.  Neat hooves cleave me at the Ford--then foul, foundered feet of black nags.  White-maned waves scour my bed clean of their touch, preserving the haven of the Mariner's son.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 8 of The Dûnhebaid Cycle, by Adaneth