Voices of Despair by ford_of_bruinen

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The air is burning. Too much smoke, too much running. Sweet Valar is there no mercy? Concentrate. Fight. Defend those weaker, keep moving.

Ecthelion dead, the Tower fallen, our king lost. Will it never end? Will this damned night never end?!

They are hunting us, like frightened animals skittering up the mountain too dangerous, too close to the ravine.

We are almost through as it comes. To death and despair. To hope and life. Drawing my sword, attacking, blade sinking into the body of the beast, a hand of flame tangling in hair. I fall. Valar is there no mercy?


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