Destruction
So much ruin.
So much loss.
So much destruction.
The look in Aragorn's eyes was heart-breaking as he took in his surroundings.
Dead bodies.
Dead bodies of orcs.
Dead bodies of horses.
Dead bodies of elves.
If this was going to be the outcome of every future battle he was to fight in, then he wanted no part in it.
Tears fell freely down his cheeks as he gripped the hilt of his sword, the end of it dripping with black blood.
Elves – warriors – that he had known since his arrival in Rivendell were gone; their limp, lifeless bodies lying broken on the forest floor.
So much ruin.
So much loss.
So much destruction.
The once strong hearts of his friends beat no more.