Proud Duinhir
Disclaimer: I am not Tolkien. These characters belong to him.
A/N: One of the drabbles I wrote about less popular (for lack of a better term) characters.
Rated: K
Duinhir stood concealed from his sons, yet with a clear view of their archery practice. Both were at the age where their arms and legs seemed to have outgrown the rest of their body, yet already they matched him in height.
They came here every day to compete and to encourage each other. Both would soon rival his best bowmen, but he knew if he praised them, they would say they must do well - to protect their people.
Duinhir allowed himself a contented sigh. When his time came to depart Middle-earth, the Blackwood Vale would be in good hands.
End