War and Remembrance
10. Flickers in the Night
I see them, although the night is black and threatens to choke me: Obrothmabar first, as it swings in the sky-waves until it reaches the
shores of Dol Amroth; and the Swan, too, keeping the Eagle company as sentinels of the air and sea. Menelvagor is there, the Swordsman of the sky, with its shining belt of jewels; and the Archer... the Archer, too, is there. Does he know I also have a bow? Does he know... does he know I killed a man today?
I shudder in shame. How could I? And yet, I had known for a long time
that this day would come. I had known it, and I had accepted the demands of my duty, not even stopping for once to think of what it would imply. But, this is my duty; I hope that the Valar, and the Stars, and Men will be able to forgive me, if only because I do it to defend that which I love. I never thought that love demanded such a great price.
It matters not, in the end. Whether I do it for duty's sake, or for love's sake, as I have told my mind all this day, it matters not. There is one man who will not return home, because of me. He was surely somebody's friend, and somebody's son. What will his mother think of it, when she hears? And his father? Will his people honor him? He died defending them, just as I try to defend Gondor. He seemed quite young, only a year or two older than I. I wonder whether he had a lass waiting for him... I wonder whether he had a brother...
As I continue my perusal of the heavens, I feel as one who stands upon judgement. I see the prow of Earendil's ship as it traverses the night sky, but its dazzling light brings me no joy. I see the stars, and I wish I could close my eyes and get rid of them! Their reflection haunts me so! But, I cannot; for, even when I shut my lids tight, I still see a pair of searing hazel-colored flickers...
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