Prompt: Lord of the Rings AU/crossover
Starlight glimmered on the snow-capped peaks of the Misty Mountains, a beautiful and cold reminder of what awaited them at the end of this journey; it glinted also on Helen's unsheathed sword, wreathed in softly shining blue light: enemies were close, but not upon them yet.
Nikola carried no sword: he was a craftsman, not a warrior, and had forged Helen's blade himself, as well as a number of lesser rings (though he scowled whenever anyone used the term "lesser"); yet he had seen too many of his creations turned to the service of evil, and refused now to make weapons for anyone save Helen, whom he had trusted and loved ever since he met her under the autumn leaves of Imladris countless mortal lifetimes ago, and would love as long as he drew breath, even after they passed beyond the Grey Havens together.
"Nikola," Helen said in her musical voice, "I hope you are composing a useful spell instead of more of your romantic poetry; there are at least two packs of Warg-riders behind us, and I may need some small amount of assistance from you," to which Nikola only replied, "Of course, my dear."