Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| In the balance... |
Soulhunter wanted a non-slashy drabble about Gil-galad and Glorfindel. |
| The Dark Lord comes! Serene amidst the havoc stands Gil-Galad, Aiglos, snow-point no longer, in hand. To the standard-bearers he says only: "Raise them high, that he may see." White Tree and White Stars fly together in hope. Narsil burns bright in Elendil's hand; eagerness is in the air, for the hour of truth is nigh. But truth has another voice, and Glorfindel speaks to all and none, saying: "Rightly we stand against a Power of the World, yet it is not given to creatures that we should live who strike him down." Silence. Until Gil-galad, calmly smiling, replies: "Násie." |
Násie—"So be it." |