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Summary: Helm's Deep. Gimli is missing. Legolas is worried. Book-verse.
Author note: this is my first fic, so I kept it short. Very short. Enjoy!
Where is Gimli?
I move about the Deep collecting arrows from the bodies of my fallen foes, in preparation for the next round of fighting. Aragorn seemed confident that Gimli would win through to the caves, but in my heart I cannot help but doubt. The lifeless eyes of my comrades in arms stare up at me, their bodies bloodied and broken among the fetid corpses of the orcs. There is so much death here. So much death.
At Helm's Deep, death does not discriminate. Young. Old. Elf. Man. Dwarf. For the first time since we arrived here, I am afraid.
Where is Gimli?
Summary: Helm's Deep. Gimli is missing. Legolas is worried. Book-verse.
Author note: this is my first fic, so I kept it short. Very short. Enjoy!
Where is Gimli?
I move about the Deep collecting arrows from the bodies of my fallen foes, in preparation for the next round of fighting. Aragorn seemed confident that Gimli would win through to the caves, but in my heart I cannot help but doubt. The lifeless eyes of my comrades in arms stare up at me, their bodies bloodied and broken among the fetid corpses of the orcs. There is so much death here. So much death.
At Helm's Deep, death does not discriminate. Young. Old. Elf. Man. Dwarf. For the first time since we arrived here, I am afraid.
Where is Gimli?