For the "Swordplay or Defence" prompt.
"… Enemy activity grows daily." Faramir looks steadily around the Council. "Three men down this month –"
"Yet your losses in general much lower than other garrisons," Denethor notes smoothly. "Rangers seem remarkably adept at avoiding engagement with Mordor…"
A vicious thrust; but expecting it, he parries. "While inflicting more damage than any other company, my lord. But to increase patrols, I need more men."
He once enjoyed his father's verbal sparring; duelling wits for pure pleasure. But these last months his mood grows dark and bitter; he's out for blood. How long, with Boromir gone, before he goes for the kill?
"And its edge was hard and keen" – Anduril on its reforging, as described in LoTR Book 2, Ch 3, The Ring Goes South.
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.