Nothing for Tears
The Night
Disclaimers etc in the first part.
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He prays for this to be over, for the night to come upon him, and the Circles of Arda to close tight behind him. Anything, anything but to sit here in the crawling darkness, drenched and besmeared from head to toe in gore, the limp figure cradled in his lap, golden hair dulled and lifeless.
All hope is gone, all light. Nothing but black sorrow remains as he weeps free tears over the dead king.
A debt paid, and more than paid, and all for naught, for he has lost the last glimpse of starlight in this place and death smiles at him from the shadows.
Grief is within him and around him, a grim prison, beyond walls and locked gates, from which there is no release.
So he waits for the night, for the jaws of the wolf, and he mourns for the friend of his fathers, the friend of his desperate quest, with burning grief.
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