Solstice Drabbles by Idrils Scribe

Bludgeon

Prompt: Glass, special, fascinating, hope.

The war-staff’s knob was a sculpture. Whorls of coloured glass twisted around themselves inside, electric blue, bright green and magenta. The bludgeon appeared to thrum with arcane power beneath Caranthir’s hands as he set the fascinating thing down on the gold-inlaid surface of Azaghâl’s desk.

“A special weapon indeed. I sense it has power.”

“Aye. It inspires hope.” The King of Belegost took pride in his craftsmen’s achievements.

“I would have liked to see you wield it, friend. A pity we shall not take the field together.”

Azaghâl smiled. “Ulfang and his folk have need of Elvish guidance. We Dwarves know how battles are waged.”