Warnings: the horror of battle
Disclaimer: Not my Rohirrim - they belong in JRRT's stable.
Written for the tolkien_weekly line drabble challenge.
Broken, scattered, bewildered.
Already so many dead, though death was what we had ridden willingly towards.
The mayhem lasted forever yet was over in seconds. Those who remained wheeled formless in confusion, lost in a fog of dust, overwhelmed by the cries of the dying, the clash of blade on blade, the stench of fresh blood and loosened bowels.
There had been no plan, only a headlong charge into madness and murder. We had not thought to live this long and now knew not what to do.
But then through the chaos the King’s command rang true:
“Reform the line!”