Summary: Waste no man's time in war.
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, OC
Warnings: Mature concepts
Book/Source: LOTR Appendices
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
Borrow: Seize the Day
'Twas said “Hurrhabi” meant “luck spirits,” who bartered favors with mortals. Had Aragorn known how, he might've bartered: his men had burned Hurrhabi's shipyard behind its protective cove-chain, but fortune was fickle...
“Haradrim are flanking us,” his second, Belarion, warned. “We'll be cut off!”
War admits no hesitations. “Open their slave-pens,” he ordered. “Pass out torches.”
“But captain,” Belarion protested, “we can't take them all aboard our – ”
“Do it! Hear me!” Aragorn called to clamoring captives, pointing harbor-side. “There lie Harad's ships! Who would see home must take one!” And to Belarion, standing aghast, snapped: “Borrowed time, lieutenant – now move!”