Colleen from Silver Threading kindly set me this intriguing challenge. The rules are simple:

Post a photo each day for five consecutive days, and tell a story about each photo.  The story can be truth or fiction, poetry or prose.  Each day one must also nominate a fellow blogger to participate in the challenge.

Gobowin seethed behind his stone prison. His home, the great Durin Mountain was under attack, which meant his brother, his entire family, were in trouble. The irony of his fate was not lost on Gobowin. He was part of the mountain, it bent to his will, and yet he had been transformed into a hunk of rock. There was nothing remotely funny about being buried beneath the land surrounding his home.

He caught a blur of movement; the shimmering shades of autumn meant only one thing. The witch had returned. If his mouth hadn’t been frozen…