#5 – Threats
The voice grew louder and louder until it rose to a high pitched furious scream then suddenly all was quiet and it seemed like forever since he had heard such beautiful silence.
It was gone. At long last it was done and as he listened to the beating of his own heart he realised he wanted now to live.
He ran, stumbling over rocks and boulders and the world crashed down around him in disharmonious pandemonium yet even in this noise there was relief.
A rustle and the cool breath of air swept him away into dreams, and what dreams. Of music and laughter and dancing and home. And silence.
He woke to pale mornings light, wrapped in soft, white linen, the gentle sounds of life whispering through lightly cracked windows and knew it was real.
Gone.
The voice that had so long been part of his life, its threats and promises always there, was dead. Killed by the very fire that had birthed it long ago.
The door opened and silence fled but this time the voice was love.
"You're awake Mr Frodo!"