Disclaimer: It's all Tolkien's.
Author's Note: For the 'Art' challenge.
The field of battle spread before her, a churning mass of men and orcs and the fearsome men of the south upon their colossal beasts. She tested the point of her weapon before entering the fray, drawing a ruby pearl from her pale finger. Then she charged. Sharp steel pricked at the body of a twisted orc, puncturing grotesque flesh. She made fast work of the foul thing, her hand skilled and well practised. The White Lady of Rohan uttered a curse as a crimson bead slid from her hand to stain the face of an unhorsed Eorling. “Stupid tapestry!”