Title: By Pastures Green...
For the Rainbow challenge – ‘Green'. 'By Pastures Green...'
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Noise; blood, battle, pain; around, within.
He sees a face, beloved, yet unexpected here.
‘Oh sister-daughter, what do you here in the field of the dead?’
“Weep not,” he mouths, “For I have fought like a king.”
His vision narrows until all that remains is a fluttering banner; his white horse galloping over a green pasture. This, too, fades; there is nothing but receding sound and then, briefly, silence.
The light returns and now he stands in that very pasture, verdant green, Snowmane beside him.
Loud from the distant golden hall, sun-kissed, he hears his father’s voice; “Theoden, son, welcome!”