The Shadows Lengthen
The voices of the Free Peoples rose in anger and fear beneath the waning light.
Accusations flew like arrows, and mistrust settled over the gathering like a dark mist.
At last, a name was spoken, uncertain at first, then louder, until it became a cry upon every tongue. Bound by their own resolve, the Fellowship carried out their grim duty.
Rhoda the Spinster has been lynched.
As the deed was done, silence fell. The wind stirred the leaves, and even the birds held their peace.
For a heartbeat, all seemed right yet an unease crept through the hearts of those who watched. Was this truly the servant of Shadow they had sought… or had the light turned upon itself?
No answer came. Only the fading echo of a voice, carried into the dusk,
and the cold weight of doubt settling upon the company.
The night deepens and Middle-earth holds its breath once more...
The voices of the Free Peoples rose in anger and fear beneath the waning light.
Accusations flew like arrows, and mistrust settled over the gathering like a dark mist.
At last, a name was spoken, uncertain at first, then louder, until it became a cry upon every tongue. Bound by their own resolve, the Fellowship carried out their grim duty.
Rhoda the Spinster has been lynched.
As the deed was done, silence fell. The wind stirred the leaves, and even the birds held their peace.
For a heartbeat, all seemed right yet an unease crept through the hearts of those who watched. Was this truly the servant of Shadow they had sought… or had the light turned upon itself?
No answer came. Only the fading echo of a voice, carried into the dusk,
and the cold weight of doubt settling upon the company.
The night deepens and Middle-earth holds its breath once more...
