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eachdraidhean) wrote2006-01-11 11:39 am
eachdraidhean) wrote2006-01-11 11:39 am
Last Wish
Title: Last Wish
Characters: Théodred
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character death, and therefore angst
Book/Source: Unfinished Tales
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not for profit
Notes: My first drabble, written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tolkien_weekly Endings challenge. Also for the Ends prompt for fanfic100. Disclaimer nicked from Seleneheart and Ribby. Influenced by a recent email conversation and based on Théodred's last words as given in the "Unfinished Tales".
They assailed him on all sides, more than any man could counter even with his riders fighting beside him. No ambush, this, it was an execution. With a savage slash of a stray Orc blade, he fell without a cry, blood running freely into the river.
"Let me lie here,”
to rest a while. Have …
“… to keep the Fords …”
… cannot leave …
“… 'til Éomer comes …”
… ‘til he comes for me …
Théodred’s final thoughts and words mingled, their meaning lost forever as with one last rattling breath, his life ebbed and he was still.
Characters: Théodred
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character death, and therefore angst
Book/Source: Unfinished Tales
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not for profit
Notes: My first drabble, written for the
tolkien_weekly Endings challenge. Also for the Ends prompt for fanfic100. Disclaimer nicked from Seleneheart and Ribby. Influenced by a recent email conversation and based on Théodred's last words as given in the "Unfinished Tales".They assailed him on all sides, more than any man could counter even with his riders fighting beside him. No ambush, this, it was an execution. With a savage slash of a stray Orc blade, he fell without a cry, blood running freely into the river.
"Let me lie here,”
to rest a while. Have …
“… to keep the Fords …”
… cannot leave …
“… 'til Éomer comes …”
… ‘til he comes for me …
Théodred’s final thoughts and words mingled, their meaning lost forever as with one last rattling breath, his life ebbed and he was still.
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He was given so little time in Tolkien's writings that I love to expand on his story.