Defender
(Amrod)
Amrod stood over the fallen form of his twin, staring down the circle of Sirion's defenders. They were frightened of him... frightened of the feral, empty wish for death written in his eyes.
He did not move from his stance, though any trainer could have told him that his position was dangerous. The merciful arrow that pierced his throat was inevitable.
And so he fell, tawny hair spilling over the pale face of his twin, lifeless body sprawled over its own likeness. Amras was not touched. Even in death, Amrod faithfully guarded what meant more to him than any Silmaril.
Thank you so much, reviewers! I'm so glad that you like these drabbles... they've been a joy to write. Even if they are all tragic, of course... -Ithiliel