By Kielle (kielle@subreality.com)
Written for Oreph
DISCLAIMER: All characters and settings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien -- I'm just borrowing them. Please ask to archive. Feedback is most welcome.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I made a post in my LiveJournal, offering to write drabbles on request. This is one of the resulting ficlets. In this case, Oreph asked for a story about Ghan-buri-Ghan. I like him. *waves little "Ghanfan" flag*
There are the People of the Trees, who sing greenclad in the swaying branches. Someday they shall pass over the wide waters.
There are the People of the Stars, cold and bright in bloodstained arrogance. They burn, and their ashes blow away west.
There are the People of the Sea, their fading glory bound behind ivory walls; and the People of Grass, rough barbarians who care for naught but hearth and herd. Both kindreds shall fade into other peoples, and still others beyond, until their deeds and names are lost forever.
We are the People of Stone.
We shall endure.
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