a/n: I did continue with the drabble series I was thinking of doing after all. Silver Banners Come and Hear the Trumpets Sound can be found within.

Title: Hope Fades in a Silver Glass (a drabble series)
Author: Keithan
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings, Legolas, and Aragorn all belong to their rightful owners.
Rating: PG / K+
Series: This drabble series includes so far the drabbles herein namely:

I. Drabble I: Silver Banners Come
II. Drabble III: When the Bell Rings
III. Drabble VII: Under These Mirkwood Trees
IV. Drabble IV: Then He Shall Weep
V. Drabble VI: When Time Flows
VI. Drabble V: The Sun Will Shine
VII. Drabble II: Hear the Trumpets Sound

All of which have exactly 100 words each.
Author's note: I started with the LAS December 2004 drabble challenge entry, Silver Banners Come and moved on from there. Special thanks to azamystic: because of your kind words, I had the urge to finish the next drabble, and from there it became five new drabbles. This series is a story as a whole, just as it is a story in each part/drabble.
Summary: A hundred words, yet none were spoken. (Each of the drabbles have their own summary)

Hope Fades in a Silver Glass

He sees in the distance the setting sun.
Tears gather in his eyes.
"It is beautiful," he says.
But he looks away, fingers clenching tight.

He watches the sun as it sets.
The fading light casts a soft glow to his face.
"Beautiful," he says.
He closes his eyes tightly, but tears still manage to escape.

by Keithan

-o-o-o-

I. Drabble I: Silver Banners Come

A hundred words, yet none were spoken. On Midsummer's Eve, two souls will be reunited, just as two hearts will forever be parted.

-o-o-o-

He sees the silver banners approaching, sees the last of his hope fade. Gray eyes meet his, pleading, begging. His fists clench. His chest tightens.

He looks away.

He glances at the sun kissing the mountains and his vision blurs.

"Legolas," a broken whisper, "Please…"

He shakes his head, forestalling the dagger of words from piercing his heart. His eyes turn faraway, a wistful smile on his face. "It is time," he whispers. Trumpets begin to sound.

Their eyes meet and his heart constricts. He says, "The Elves have come." He pauses, before the dagger inevitably falls…

"Your queen awaits."

27 December 04