Battle Royal
Glorfindel felt his pulse quicken. The situation was becoming truly desperate. The knights had fallen, the castle was lost, the queen was nowhere in sight... and now the king was threatened...
Not today, not this time...
The black warrior moved toward them, glinting in the firelight, cutting off the last escape route. The king was surrounded, and there was no escape... no hope left...
Glorfindel's mind whirled frantically. Surely all was not lost! It could not be! "No!"
"Ah, yes." Erestor settled back in his chair, grinning like a contented cat. "Checkmate."
Glorfindel slumped, scowling at the chessboard. Not again.
Happy birthday, seeing-spots!
Author's Notes:
seeing-spots: Yes, something for you. ;) Have a great birthday! And I'm glad that you liked "Wings of Morning"... it's hard to find the lovely moments in the Sil, but the death and misery around them seems to make them more poignant and beautiful. Thank you for your review... and again, have a happy birthday!
Avalon Estel: I always loved Eärendil and Elwing too, and if I had to be any female in the Sil, I would like to be Elwing. She has to be madly in love with Eärendil, or else she would never go to the lengths that she does to stay with him! And you have a point about Eöl... it's just that I like Aredhel and his killing her doesn't exactly put him in my good graces. ;) Thank you very much for your review!