A/N: A drabble and a half that refused to leave me alone. Please read and review. If this inspiration strikes, this may be updated
First Meetings
Their eyes meet across a field of death, two men-children of noble birth and grey-eyed solemnity. It is a momentary glance, a silent check-in between adrenalin and exhaustion, but it connects them in a way they cannot understand.
Though they know it not, this day will bind their fates, shifting the threads of their future into a different weave. They have known each other for mere minutes; no names, no titles, only swift-kindled friendship between those who must fight shoulder to shoulder, back to back, but it is enough.
Later they take stock over bandages, and, huddled next to the fire, the elder dips his head and holds out his hand.
"Well met, kinsman. Halbarad is my name, and I thank you for your aid."
The younger bridges the gap with a nervous smile, and they clasp hands in a universal greeting.
"Well met indeed, Halbarad. My name is Estel."