Prompts: 'Sword' and (guess) 'Snow'
Maglor dropped the bloodied sword onto the thin layer of snow and stared straight ahead, not truly seeing anything. Orcs lay scattered around him, his chest heaving. His heart pounded and he took long and deep breaths, trying to calm down. He stood up and turned around, heading back to the camp. Behind him, the sword lay forgotten in the snow drift; slowly vanishing as the falling snow lovingly covered it.