Restoration & Rebuilding Instadrabbling by elennalore

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Concentrate on Mushrooms!

After Lúthien incident, Sauron flees into Taur-nu-Fuin. CW: brief mention of blood and injury.

Prompt: a photo of mushrooms, as seen from the ground.


The smell of the earth invaded his nostrils. Earth, and something else, aromatic. Mushrooms. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He lay on his stomach on tangled tree-roots. He smelled blood, too. His own blood. His hand went to his throat, shivering as he found a fresh wound there. His heart pounded hard against his chest. No, he was not going to die in Taur-nu-Fuin. Concentrate on mushrooms, he ordered himself.

There were two of them. Yellowish, nice-smelling, their shape pleasing the eye. He tried to remember the name of the species. He was sure that once, he had known it.


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