Characters/Pairing: Aredhel, Fingon
Warnings: non-graphic battle violence and kinslaying
Disclaimer: Middle-earth is not mine and I make no profit therefrom.
The damp, clinging mist muffles sound as well as hindering sight. They are almost on top of the battle before they realize it.
“Stay here,” Fingon tells her, drawing his sword. Aredhel disobeys, of course, sliding with the others down the sloping dunes.
She is in time to see her brother twist aside as a light Telerin arrow misses him by a hair’s-breadth. Aredhel tracks its path backward to find the Elf who shot it and puts her own arrow through his throat.
She reaches for another arrow, and another. Elves die as easily as hares and deer, she finds.
(Note: avanti_90 wrote me a commentfic a couple years ago that linked Aredhel as huntress and kinslayer, though she did different things with it.)