Characters: Elladan, Elrohir
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
For the "Flight of the Phoenix" challenge. Inspired by these words from Charles De Lint's wonderful novel, Drink Down the Moon:
Gone quick, but they burn so bright.
A Strong, Steady Light
Elladan reached upward, stretching out his back; Elrohir rubbed wearily at the bits of ash and cinders in his eyes.
"Do you think it's worth it?" he whispered, gesturing towards the pallets of injured and dying men surrounding them. "All this, to save their lives, and for what? They are born to die; like fireflies, their lives flicker but briefly."
"Brief, but so bright," Elladan murmured. "Yet think instead of the sun, reborn each day. From age to age, the lives of Men glow with that same fierce brightness, blazing together into a strong, steady light that nothing can quench."