February 9th, 2008

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for theatrical_muse: Photo Prompt

Photo Prompt

The leaves fell delicately from the sky, landing with a soft sort of perfection at the Doctor's feet. Everything where they were seemed perfect. Light breeze and sunlight that seemed to flick through the trees in such a way that everyone who walked the city glowed. Even the stone chairs where he and Martha sat were comfortable.

It was almost enough to believe that the TARDIS's randomizer landed them somewhere nice. But after the horrible events that brought them here, he couldn't believe that anymore.

They sat as part of a circle, a council of people come to speak of the terrible things that were happening to their land. Through a series of unfortunate events—as it always was—they became part of this council.

The Doctor was, of course, fiddling with his sonic screwdriver and not nearly paying enough attention to the tall, crowned man with the pointy ears that stood and spoke to them.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old." He looked to the Doctor and Martha. Collapse )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,815
With respect to JRR Tolkein…