Word count: 100
Characters: Gimli, Aragorn
Warnings: angsty dwarf
Disclaimer: Not my angsty dwarf. Totally Tolkien's angsty dwarf
Source: LoTR sorta post RoTK AU thingy
Notes: for the plane challenge.
A follow-up to That way madness lies
I wanted to do something happy to turn it about but I was drinking Georgian brandy last night and now I can't sleep and my brain is going round and round. Sorry.
Later - I really wasn't feeling very well when I wrote this! Nearly took it down, but what the heck!
The fires burn low and no songs are sung in the hall of the mad king.
One stroke, t’will take but one stroke… the dwarf muses, thumbing his blade.
His own life shall be forfeit, but such sacrifice must be made or the realm itself will die.
A small price.
The king looks up.
For a moment they share again what was lost, what might have been.
But there is no hope here now, no magic to lift the spell and draw him back.
The plane of the axe swings true.
A dog howls.
A single bell begins to toll.