Drabble Seven: The Lion and the Mouse
He had trapped them. Ringed in by rank upon rank of Orcs, that so-called Heir of Gondor was doomed. Their banners – green, blue, and black – tossed helplessly in the hard wind, and although the Men stood tall, he could sense the fear in their hearts.
It was not all Men who stood there, though. Two Elves stood together under the swan-banner, dark-haired and identical. The Twins – the ones who had slain his Orcs for years beyond count. Now at last he would have his revenge on them, the Peredhel who had withstood all his attempts to destroy them.
They could not stand.
Trapped between the lion and the cold, unyielding mountains, Aragorn ordered the attack. And deep within his Tower, not foreseeing his own downfall, Sauron laughed.
