Disclaimer: The boys belong to Tolkien - I'm just babysitting.
Author's Note: Another for the 'the dark' challenge. Given lighter prompts I write sombre drabbles, but somehow I'm managing sweet stuff from this prompt.
"Please, leave the light." The voice was small; pleading.
"A warrior must be afraid of nothing." This voice was deeper; newly broken.
"But I'm not a warrior - I'm just a boy."
"You'll be a warrior soon enough, and then will you sleep with a candle burning?"
"Always. Foul things hide in the dark."
"There is nothing to fear but fear itself. I shall protect you from the night's foul beasts, little bird."
In a gust of breath the candlelight died, and the boy slept soundly in his brother's strong arms, safe from the monsters in the dark.