Red and Blue
Disclaimers: Middle-earth and all its inhabitants do not belong to me; they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate. I am making no money from this and intend no infringement of copyright.
Rating: PG.
Summary: The star in the heavens; the grain among the sand; hope lost. The Nirnaeth Arnoediad. 100-word drabble.
Feedback: Yes please.
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Red on blue, befouling, … or is it blue on red?
The shattered body lies in the dust and filth, burnt beyond all recognition.
Yet so many have died here this day, with no recognition of race of kin. The faces of all are shrouded with a veil of tears which will never stop falling, and this field will forever be named in song.
Hope is now lost amid the fading din of battle, buried by the bodies of the slain, drowned out by the triumphant jeers of Darkness.
And here lies Fingon, High King, and there is little time to mourn his passing, for in the midst of all the carnage, what is one soul more?
FINIS
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