Shadowed
I'm ashamed of myself, as well I should be, but I can't make myself stir. I can hear that ugly thing feasting on poor Snowmane. I should go to Théoden's aid, or I'm no true king's man as I swore to be.
These Ringwraiths bring fear with them, I think. I could face the goblins in Moria. Even among the Uruk-Hai, I kept my wits about me. But now all I can think of is the numb terror of Weathertop and that time in Bree, and I can't even bear to open my eyes.
Forgive me, Théoden!
Is that...laughter?
Author's Note: Written for the Halloween Drabble Masquerade at the Brothers of Gondor board. The prompt was "Fear."