Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Brothers in Arms |
For the LiveJournal tolkien_weekly "Potter's Wheel: Mould" challenge. |
| Aragorn and Eomer meet amid the Pelennor's carnage, breathing hard, and clasp arms; smiling grimly as comrades do who have much death yet to deal ere the day’s won. Rohan’s King gestures down the field. There, in the front rank - his quiver spent - Legolas is at knife-work; Gimli guards his flank, great axe steadily hacking the legs from under any who threaten to get past the Elf's dancing white blade. "I thought -" Eomer gasps - "legend said - perpetual enmity and mistrust between their peoples?" Aragorn chuckles wearily. "My friend, when the One had finished making those two, he broke the mould." |