Disclaimer: Tolkien made him noble – Kortirion WLTM...
Notes: This is the follow up to the previous drabble: 'For The Job In Hand'.
My life has been spent preparing - honing weapons, seeking knowledge to make plans and judgements by, packing and re-packing my gear into ever smaller bundles. Until I stood before them - a weather-beaten ranger, battles, circumstance and time writ large on my face and body. I am the product of other's preparations... and my own. It was my honour to accompany him then, although his designs were not entirely mine.
Our fellowship is broken - no amount of forethought could save it... but in these final moments it becomes clear, whereas before only my hands were prepared - now also is my heart.