“Get out, you old Wight! Vanish in the sunlight!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the barren lands far beyond the mountains!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.”
At these words there was a cry and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a crash. Then there was a long trailing shriek, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence.
J.R.R. Tolkien, “Fog on the Barrow-downs”
To learn more, check out my feature article on the history of Rhudaur and all the Lost Realm.
Card Info: Treachery of Rhudaur #99
Artist: Anthony Devine
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