Title: Lending a Hand
Author: Erulisse (one L)
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
Summary: What thoughts are passing through Isildur’s mind after his defeat of Sauron? A bit of gallows humor in response to the prompt “lend”.
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sand box; I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
Lending a Hand
I see them approach me cautiously, these Elven Lords, these immortals who will never feel the loss that I, a mortal, feel. My father's corpse lies broken nearby, one of thousands dead. I clutch the broken hilt of Narsil tightly in one hand and Sauron's golden ring in the other.
I weep. I am unable to stop my tears. Against all odds, we have vanquished the enemy, yet I feel no triumph. The elves speak softly to me while I hear not their words. “I asked Sauron to lend me a hand,” I croak, and I laugh through my tears.