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Edhellond Anniversary Drabbles
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Disclaimer: All places and persons belong to Professor Tolkien whom I greatly admire. This was written for the simple joy of writing. No copyright infringement intended, no money made.
Rating: General, suitable for all.
Series: none
Archiving: my website and Edhellond. Everyone else: please, ask first.
Summary: Halbarad prepares to lead the Grey Company to the South. Double-and-a-half-drabble... well, almost. 244 words.

Dedication: to Alawa, for Edhellond's 5th anniversary.

This particular piece did not find a beta reader. My apologies.


The Angle buzzed with activity. Every able-bodied Ranger had come to Halbarad’s calling, and the Grey Company was slowly taking shape, ready to ride South, to Aragorn’s aid. This was the task they had been waiting for, them and their forefathers, for uncounted generations: the final reckoning between the Dark Lord and the Heirs of Elendil. The last stand that would fulfil the destiny of the Men of Westernesse.

There was a solemn mood in Halbarad’s home on the evening before they would leave for the South. Belmir, his eldest son, was loath to stay behind while his father and brothers were riding to war, but one had to stay, from each settlement, to protect their homes. Saelind, the Wise-hearted, the matron of the house, was quiet and subdued, even more so than usually, going after her duties without complaint.

“What ails you, dear heart?” asked Halbarad in concern.

She shook her head thoughtfully.

“I know not,” she answered. “It feels as if a dark cloud would shadow my heart. I fear we might not see each other again.”

“And if we do not?” asked Halbarad. “Would you wish me to stay behind?”

“Nay,” she replied simply. “You do what you have to do. I knew what to expect when I wed you. I never had any regrets.”

“You give me your blessing, then?” he asked with a smile full of sorrow.

“Always,” she smiled back at him and kissed him farewell.

~The End~


Halbarad’s family has been established in my still unfinished story, “Hope, Born of Darkness”. I might change the names later, though, as I am not happy with them.


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