Small Justice

by stormflora

A story of duty, guilt, courage and cowardice. The details are a little fluid right now, but characters will include: Faramir, Aragorn and Boromir, as well as several OCs both male and female. No slash.

AN: This is the prologue to a story whose plot is beginning to coalesce in my head, so will hopefully get chapter one up soon-ish :)

The messy, grey clouds tumbled across the pale horizon, propelled by the same wind that snatched at the flames of the early morning cooking fires, and snapped at the heavy pennants hanging on the upper wall, making them bounce thickly against the dull stone blocks. Now racing up the wide concourse before the final gate, it whipped the blond hair of the Steward's firstborn son and relayed his bold words not to the shuffling horses and armoured riders gathered before him, but to the slender birds kept aloft by its spiralling currents. To these creatures, the sounds passing around them meant less than nothing, merely noise from the great, grey city below them, a place of little food and many shadows that seemed no better nor worse to them than the settlement that now lay wreathed in dark smoke, eastward over the swirling fields of brown tussock. Strange then, that the fair man's speech did indeed hold meaning towards that place, still beautiful even in the midst of its ruin, and the violent natures that now held it in thrall. Even so, whether hearing his words that day would have altered the tide of events is doubtful, for no measure of words can instill courage in a heart where there was none to begin with...

Any thoughts?