![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altarielOne last drabble for the B2MEM 2011 challenge. I wish I'd had time to write more.
This was for the Day 11 challenge, on the theme of sacrifices.
It's a drabble about an original character of mine, Angrim, an Ithilien Ranger who appears in a sequence of (bleak) short stories loosely on the theme of justice. It probably won't make sense without reading them, which you're welcome to do.
Proof
Intent
Suspicion
Mercy
The Causeway Forts, 12 March 3019, T.A.
The forts are lost. The Enemy, taunting, is nigh: What gifts do you leave us, great Men of the West? What dainties? What price your honour now?
One task still awaits the Captain-General of Gondor, before the retreat that will cost nearly all he has to give. In the darkened surgery, one after another, he gives the gift of Men. Last he comes to Angrim, eyes gleaming wetly through the darkness that lies between them.
He holds the man’s hand in his free hand. Cold comfort. “The Valar guard and guide you,” he whispers. “Son of Gondor, rest in peace.”
ooo0ooo
For Faramir at the Causeway Forts, see chapter 4 of Isabeau's marvellous Captain, My Captain.
Altariel, 31st March 2011
This was for the Day 11 challenge, on the theme of sacrifices.
It's a drabble about an original character of mine, Angrim, an Ithilien Ranger who appears in a sequence of (bleak) short stories loosely on the theme of justice. It probably won't make sense without reading them, which you're welcome to do.
Proof
Intent
Suspicion
Mercy
The Causeway Forts, 12 March 3019, T.A.
The forts are lost. The Enemy, taunting, is nigh: What gifts do you leave us, great Men of the West? What dainties? What price your honour now?
One task still awaits the Captain-General of Gondor, before the retreat that will cost nearly all he has to give. In the darkened surgery, one after another, he gives the gift of Men. Last he comes to Angrim, eyes gleaming wetly through the darkness that lies between them.
He holds the man’s hand in his free hand. Cold comfort. “The Valar guard and guide you,” he whispers. “Son of Gondor, rest in peace.”
ooo0ooo
For Faramir at the Causeway Forts, see chapter 4 of Isabeau's marvellous Captain, My Captain.
Altariel, 31st March 2011
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 07:45 am (UTC)