Disclaimer: Middle-earth belongs to Tolkien and his estate: I wander there for fun, not profit
And this is my first post to tolkien_weekly , my New Year's resolution being to stop lurking and start writing, so I hope I've observed the conventions correctly...
Legolas kneels in the shadow of the Deeping Wall, reaching back into his quiver. The screams and the driving rain and the thunder of battle and sky wash over him unheeded; it is not these which trouble him.
How fares the Greenwood tonight? In imagination he smells the stench of burning wood, hears the crackle of flames, watches his kinsmen waging desperate battle from the trees. Father?...
Not now! he tells himself sternly. Breathe. In, out. He nocks, draws, looses. Seventeen. Above, for an instant, the thunderclouds part and he glimpses a single star. Elbereth Gilthoniel! Nock, draw, loose. Eighteen...