Characters/Pairing: Amrod, Amras
Warnings: Blood, character death
Disclaimer: I don’t own Middle-earth, however much I’d like to live there.
It was like a stitch in his side from running too long, but worse. Far worse. All around him, blood darkened snowdrifts, foamed in the angry waves, gushed from his veins. The eyes of the fallen stared unseeing at the sky. Smoke seared his nose and mouth as Sirion burned.
But it didn’t matter. None of it. Not the city. Not the cursed Oath. He was dead already; his other half lay scant feet away, still clutching his broken sword in the white-knuckled grip of death.
He stumbled, coughed, tasted blood.
Námo was calling. Falling with a sigh, Ambarussa answered.