Challenge: Communication - Drawing
Author: Erulisse (one L)
Book/Source: Lord of the Rings
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sandbox, 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.
Dance of Death
As a child, she shadowed her older brother. The King smiled indulgently and ordered a blunted practice sword cut down for her use. The sword master taught both siblings the dance steps of deadly blades.
The years passed and their wooden swords gave way to fine steel, still they danced. Éowyn became an acknowledged shield maiden but felt entrapped within a silken cage of responsibilities to throne and family. A sharp tongue became her only weapon.
Now, isolated amidst the battlefield, she faced the undead foe and drew her sword one last time.