The Stygian Darkness of Moria

by Periwinkle

The well drew him inexorably closer, a relentless presence that drew him nearer
and nearer the gaping maw of the open pit that was like a wound in the stone
floor, a siren call that seemed to be meant for him alone, until he could repudiate
it no longer. He knelt at the lip of the lacuna, a gelid breath from the yawning pit
caressing his fearful face. “What could be down there?” he whispered to himself
in a manner that was querulous and at the same time showed a burgeoning
interest in the matters philosophical. “What unknowable, unnatural, and terrible
creatures vermiculate in this tenebrous pit?” he wondered. So he dropped a
stone in…plunk…