8. Before the Gate — Jay of Lasgalen
A drabble-and-a-half for Elena Tiriel.
'Bonus points if you incorporate stray bits of canon, or the hunky Sons of Elrond.'
Incorporating the hunky sons of Elrond is never a problem for me :>) There were also some rather significant events in M-E on this day (I'm posting on 25th March) so I get double bonus points!
Before the Gate
by Jay of Lasgalen
Elladan tightened his grip on his sword hilt as he surveyed the gathering hosts of Mordor. Orcs and Easterlings and trolls surrounded them, the hordes deepening even as he watched. “We are outnumbered, little brother,” he said softly.
Elrohir nodded. “Aye. But when has that ever stopped us?” He smiled grimly. “This was our idea – and Father’s. It is a little late to change our minds now!” He sobered and turned to face Elladan, clasping his arm tightly. “If we fall, we fall together,” he vowed.
Elladan gripped his arm. “Together,” he agreed. “Whatever may come, we face it together.”
There was a harsh bray of trumpets as arrows thudded into the ground at their feet, and a mighty roar as orcs and trolls surged towards them, blood-red light glinting dully on swords and spears.
With an icy battle calm, Elladan waited to meet them, with Elrohir by his side.
'Bonus points if you incorporate stray bits of canon, or the hunky Sons of Elrond.'
Incorporating the hunky sons of Elrond is never a problem for me :>) There were also some rather significant events in M-E on this day (I'm posting on 25th March) so I get double bonus points!
by Jay of Lasgalen
Elladan tightened his grip on his sword hilt as he surveyed the gathering hosts of Mordor. Orcs and Easterlings and trolls surrounded them, the hordes deepening even as he watched. “We are outnumbered, little brother,” he said softly.
Elrohir nodded. “Aye. But when has that ever stopped us?” He smiled grimly. “This was our idea – and Father’s. It is a little late to change our minds now!” He sobered and turned to face Elladan, clasping his arm tightly. “If we fall, we fall together,” he vowed.
Elladan gripped his arm. “Together,” he agreed. “Whatever may come, we face it together.”
There was a harsh bray of trumpets as arrows thudded into the ground at their feet, and a mighty roar as orcs and trolls surged towards them, blood-red light glinting dully on swords and spears.
With an icy battle calm, Elladan waited to meet them, with Elrohir by his side.
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