Just short LOTR drabble, because when you vam't draw, you try to write.
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„Thenidiel, wake up!” the excited voice cried, waking me up, andsuddenly something soft hit me in the back of the head. I’ve opened my eyes. It was still dark, only the silent murmur of the wind came from outside. I’ve barely distinguished the figure of the person who wrenched me from sleep.
„Boromir? It’s the middle of night” I’ve muttered while turning over on the other side and covering my head with a pillow.
„I know, that’s why I’m waking you. Get up!”
„Why this time?” I