As usual, translation from Polish. I didn't manage to keep the word limit of drabble (it was 100 in original).
Intruder
We know not what awaits us in the old forest of queen Melian. Her Girdle no longer protects this land from enemies, whoever they might be. Our home was destroyed, our parents slaughtered and we have been kidnapped. And it was done by elves, not by Morgoth's servants.
We have hidden ourselves. It is cold around and the moon is shining on the snow.
He's calling us. The one with hair like flames, he who led the greatest army of Noldor right into the Enemy's hands, as we were told. Traitorous servant of Morgoth who calls himself his greatest enemy.
He is looking for us. What will he do once he has found us?
The Girdle is gone, but we are home here and he is the intruder.
He's gone.
Perhaps he won't notice us.
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