For the LiveJournal tolkien_weekly "Potter's Wheel: Coil" challenge.
Author's note: this drabble turned out to be the companion piece to this one...
Author's note: this drabble turned out to be the companion piece to this one...
This is the place. Here Grandfather, Father, Greenwood’s army stood; here so many fell, far from leaf or grass or any living thing save the foul spawn of Mordor…
Deep breath; arrow to the string. Below him he glimpses the Dwarf’s solid bulk among the tall Gondorrim. Which of us will score the higher count today? But neither, he suspects, will live to claim it.