AN: My first (finished) non-HP fic so go easy on me please.
Disclaimer: (I almost forgot to post this part รถ.O) I do not own Lord of the Rings or any other works of J.R. , nor any character from those works. I am not making profit with this.
The setting sun bathed the lands before him in a soft red light. He stood gazing over the lands of his forefathers long since bleak of life. He walked through ancient forest's paths, long since forgotten by everyone but him.
He remained through the passing of time, ever alone, watching, guarding the world he once long ago helped saving. The pain of his friends' deaths had dulled millennia ago, the agony of their passing had receded.
He remained a lonely guardian guarding a world, unable to fade, bound by his word to guard Arda, a world now desolate of life.
AN2: Thanks for reading.