Source: World of Middle-earth
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s carefully constructed epic… Kortirion’s carefully constructed drabble.
They came out of the night with the Moon’s glare at their backs. Silhouetted, huge and terrible; blood-hungry weapons rose in merciless slaughter. In awful near-silence they wreaked ghastly vengeance upon our small camp.
We’d not expected the ravening ones here, in our mountain fastness; we thought ourselves safe, but they smelt us out; the fell light in their pale eyes terrifying to behold. They give no quarter. We expect none. Battle is to the death... ours... or theirs.
I scream defiance, vowing to take them with me... but I fall beneath the terrible shining Elves with their grim smiles...