Disclaimer: The little guy belongs to Tolkien, but he's so cute and pathetic I just had to befriend him.
Author's Note: For the 'Lost' challenge. I play with these characters very rarely, tending to fixate on the Dunedain and Elves, so it's about time I tried some variety.
His cries were pitiful as he tramped the scorched field, like those of a child. Indeed, he seemed a child to those he passed, searching among the slain for fallen kin. Only his garb betrayed his true rank, clad in black and silver. Strange, to see one so small in the guise of a warrior.
Red-rimmed eyes searched every face upon the bloodstained ground, bright with tears, as the Guardsman called a single name, voice hoarse and smoke-strained. In fear and despair he crossed the desolation, this innocent child, brave Guard of the Citadel, seeking for that which was lost.