Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Cold Fire |
Summary: Boromir watches Elladan in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. 100 words. Author's note: The expression "dance of terrible grace" was originally the title of a wonderful vignette by Adina, featuring Legolas. My thanks go to Archet for beta reading. |
| They had been separated during battle, and Boromir watched Elladan fight in awe. What he saw was a dance of terrible grace, the “dancer” frighteningly beautiful. Gone was his soft-spoken lover, giving room to the bright-eyed, timeless warrior, wielding a legendary sword. A warrior who had fought the Darkness for millennia already. Spinning and whirling, like Death incarnate, Elladan cleaved a wedge into the rows of the enemy, knowing no mercy, asking for none. Gleaming in the cold fire of his fury, he fought for the White City, and Boromir understood that Elladan had truly become one of theirs now. |