- Interlude -
One week later
Lindir was writing. Scribbling frantically, rather – his hand flew above the parchment, the periodic journey to the inkwell predictable and as brief as possible. There was so much to tell… He was writing everything he knew, everything he could recall. Names, places, ages and circumstances flew through his mind as his hand lay them down on the parchment - settling old scores, as it were. Passing the memories into posterity lest they were lost with the last who remembered.
Gílarth, Saedos, Thannol, 536 of the Fourth Age, Minas Tirith – war against Rohan
Ninhador, 21 of the Fifth Age, Weathertop – bandits
Arlas, 118 of the Fifth Age, Bruinen Ford – bandits
His hand paused slightly before writing down the last two names:
Gaeris, 119 of the Fifth Age, Rivendell – childbirth
Caranhen, 119 of the Fifth Age, Rivendell – childbirth.
He thought that very year had marked the end of their hope. Deeper and deeper they had retreated into the woods, abandoning old alliances and outposts, but still death had found them. Soon they would ride out to meet it, at last – to the end, and to glory.
And what he now wrote would, perhaps, be taken to the Other Shore with by the victors of the Last Battle, to justify their deaths – if one could indeed outweigh the loss of a loved one by a greater cause - or be kept as a reminder; a reminder that kingdoms rise and fall in blood. And above all, should he fall alongside those brave warriors, he hoped that his words would whisper in his voice to those who survived, "This is your King. Your doing. You made this world, you must unmake it if the need comes. Remember those who died for your vision. Remember my warning."
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