Character: The Dúnadan
Source: The Two Towers
Disclaimer: Tolkien.s Dúnadan… Kortirion’s object of lust
Stupid coat! Why didn’t it fit?
The lad struggled with the heavy, shapeless mass of mail that drooped from his shoulders to below his knees.
How would he manage? He couldn’t move his arms properly, his throat was constricted. He did not, would not... acknowledge that the tightness might be fear...
Outside, tempers were frayed, nerves a-jangle. He’d picked a dark corner to struggle into his first hauberk - and it didn’t fit!
A northern voice spoke gently.
“You have it outside in.”
Swiftly, the mail was removed, turned, correctly buckled - the tall man clasped his shoulder firmly - and was gone.