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The Fall
Black blood glistened on the long blade, hiding the polished metal beneath. Only the hilt could be seen, the intricate design, inlaid with silver and diamonds,marking it as the property of a great and noble Lord.
Yet it was no Lord that clasped the blade tightly, for Ecthelion had already fallen in his battle with Gothmog. The youth that stood before the dead goblin looked ill at ease with the weapon in his hand, his victory coming only with the desperation of one who fears their life has reached an end.
He stared at the corpse, frozen to the spot by the sight and the knowledge of what he had done.
“Do not stand there! Run!” A hand tugged at his sleeve, urging him to move. “Do not die now!”
That would make no sense, he realised, the logic managing to make itself known in his stunned mind. He did not have any wish to die – he was a minstrel and a page, not a warrior.
So Lindir, who until moments ago had been innocent in the ways of death, nodded at his companion and then turned and fled from the ruins of Gondolin, forever.
End.
This is the first of the meme drabbles - this one is for
naurringThe Fall
Black blood glistened on the long blade, hiding the polished metal beneath. Only the hilt could be seen, the intricate design, inlaid with silver and diamonds,marking it as the property of a great and noble Lord.
Yet it was no Lord that clasped the blade tightly, for Ecthelion had already fallen in his battle with Gothmog. The youth that stood before the dead goblin looked ill at ease with the weapon in his hand, his victory coming only with the desperation of one who fears their life has reached an end.
He stared at the corpse, frozen to the spot by the sight and the knowledge of what he had done.
“Do not stand there! Run!” A hand tugged at his sleeve, urging him to move. “Do not die now!”
That would make no sense, he realised, the logic managing to make itself known in his stunned mind. He did not have any wish to die – he was a minstrel and a page, not a warrior.
So Lindir, who until moments ago had been innocent in the ways of death, nodded at his companion and then turned and fled from the ruins of Gondolin, forever.
End.
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Date: 2008-09-05 05:25 am (UTC)From:My mind fills it in with what I imagine happening and you tell just enough that I can do that.
Well done, Tuxie.
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Date: 2008-09-05 06:49 am (UTC)From: