Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings Trilogy belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. Therefore, I do not own it.
Author's Note: I was bit by some sort of bug to write this. It's extremely short, only 220 words. But, it's longer than a true drabble, so… I don't know what it is. I like it even if no one else does. Please review and tell what you think.
Hands
His hands were covered in dirt; were bloody and bruised. They were riddled with small nicks and cuts, the bases of his nails were black and blue. These hands had seen many battles, had created many bodies upon which carrion-fowl would feast. These hands had fought for the lives of others above their own. They were the hands of a warrior.
His hands were steady. They smelled of athelas. These hands worked to save the sick, frail, and wounded. These hands were stronger then those of a warrior. They worked constantly, untiringly, and without promise of payment. They were the hands of a healer.
His hands were strong. These hands held up those without the will to stand on their own. They gave power to others. They helped to give counsel when no other would. These hands gave aid when it was needed. They were the hands of a leader.
His hands gave pity. They didn't interrupt or shout. These hands were supportive. They were trustworthy. These hands were peaceful and caring. They were the hands of a brother and friend.
His hands were powerful. They were strong and steady. These hands were those of a friend and confidante. They were the hands of a warrior. They also healed those in need. And these hands belonged to the King.
That's it. Don't look for more. There's not any.
BTW, if you can't tell it's about Aragorn.
ElvenSailorGirl