THE PROMISE
Around him, the battle continued.. But for Harin, nothing else mattered on that moment, except the dying prince in front of him.
The sound of metal clashing against metal decreased when Frerin grabbed his arm and pulled him closer
"You got to help him, Hárin" the prince said "When the time come, you will have to help him".
Hárin took a deep breath and tried to lift Frerin, to get him to the healers.
"It's useless, my friend" the prince said "Just promise me that"
"How can you ask me this, when I failed with your father, when I failed you?", he asked
Frerin just smiled
"You did not fail, Hárin, son of Dárin. You can't stop the plans of Mahal. Now promise me that you will help my brother, when the time come..."
Frerin was getting more and more pale. Hárin's voice was choked
"I promise, my lord... my friend. I will help your brother"
Frerin smiled
"It's ... good to know this..."
And he was gone.
Hárin didn't hear the battle anymore. His best friend was dead. He had promised, many years ago, when he joined the Guard, that he would protect the Line of Durin. But now the Line seemed closer and closer to the end. Because he had failed.
Later, his wife would said that he was taken to the healing tents seriously injured after defending the dead body of his friend until the end of the battle.
He was there when they burned his body.
