Lotr <ORIGINAL · 2026>

The night answered with a thousand pairs of eyes.

The river moved in silence, darker than the space between stars. Boromir, eldest son of the White Tower, leaned upon his sword and watched the water slide past the piers of Osgiliath. Behind him, the great city groaned under the weight of shadow; before him, the east bank lay clenched in the fist of night. The night answered with a thousand pairs of eyes

From the east, a single long note echoed across the water. Not a horn. Something older. Something that remembered the light before the first sunrise. eldest son of the White Tower