A Garden of Faramir Drabbles

Black wings flapping against black sky. Roar of wind. A foul stench.

My body numb, my limbs too light or too heavy.

Heart suspended, trying to beat.

A grey, terrified face looking up from the ground. My hand reaching down–-did I move it? Did my own voice shout encouragement?

Coldness, like drowning in dark water.

Then...

A shaft of pure light, like a star, like the chime of a silver bell. White hair swirls around a blazing face, fierce, beloved. I had thought never to see him again.

And the black wings retreat, my heart beats, and I breathe.