9. A Feast With Friends
A blood-red sunset lights the western sky. Blacked-winged birds homeward take flight, their mournful cries borne upon the wind. The waxing moon rises, bathing the swelling grass-lands in its cold silver light.
The battles fought but lately have claimed many friends, and here beside the bitterly contested Fords of Isen our voices are raised in the songs of our kindred as we tend the bodies of our fallen comrades…
Dread, and silence fall at his approach. Warily we watch from the shadows, waiting till the shining silver-shade and his White Rider pass over the silent streambed.
Our funeral feast resumes.
Written for Werecat, this drabble is also posted in the HASA Birthday Cards Forum under February 2005 Birthdays
*Inspiration came from this passage in LotR: TTT: The Road to Isengard:
'Alas!' said Théoden. 'Must we pass this way, where the carrion-beasts devour so many good Riders of the Mark?'Updated 6.04.07 - a slight tweeking of the last line, and one other to keep the word count at the requisite 100.
'This is our way,' said Gandalf. 'Grievous is the fall of your men; but you shall see that at least the wolves of the mountains do not devour them. It is with their friends, the Orcs, that they hold their feast: such indeed is the friendship of their kind...'
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