On Morannonís desolate black plain they face Mordor's vast forces; for a moment allís still, only the chill East wind whipping Oropher's standard, and as Thranduil takes one deep breath the true-seeing comes:
A lone, fair-headed archer - my son-to-be! On this plain, at the heart of a hopelessly outnumbered force of Men drawn up on a little hill, waiting for orcs beyond counting to break upon them like a wave...
His head swims, for in an instant he understands what this must mean: I will survive this day. And yet... in another Age, it will all be to do again.
For the LJ tolkien_weekly "Flashforward" Movie Challenge. MEFA nominee 2010 (Award Main Category: Genres: Drama: General Mixed Drabbles )