Characters: Sador Labadal
Warnings: character death
Book/Source: Children of Hurin
Disclaimer: Lame Sador and the knife that Turin gave him, passing on his own birthday gift to him, are Tolkien's. Himring has spun it out a little more, from Sador's point of view.
A/N: Double drabble. Still trailing somewhat behind.
I am the warrior who shunned battle, the woodman who cut his own leg. Yet behold, here I am carving a great chair for the Lord of Dor-lomin himself, no less, with the elf-wrought steel that the Lord’s son gave me. Too great a gift for one such as I, yet feel how smoothly it carves, leaves grow under my fingers, water ripples… I dare to dream of the Lord’s return, victorious from battle, who will sit here in times of peace and grant me leisure to carve at will.
Yet it was not for this that I befriended Turin.
Long beggared, beholden to Lady Aerin for each bowl of broth that she obtains for me at risk—yet under my rags I still hide the elf-wrought knife that the heir in exile gave me. It was mine to give away, if I wished, he said, to anyone except back to him, and there were times when I almost did—to Lady Aerin, to a young thrall who escaped to live as outlaw.
Foolishly clinging to memories…
Turin, today I return your knife to you, in an Easterling’s chest, and my own life. Yet I would rather have carved wood.
A/N: The title is taken from Turin's words when he gives Sador the knife.