The first to fall by ford_of_bruinen

The first to fall

He was the first to fall
The fair one
Whose darkened eyes bore pain
Of love long scorned

He was the first to fall
The bold one
Who once rode by Orome’s side
And hunted far

He was the one most like to rage and fury
The one who loved and laughed and felt the most
The golden hair is matted blue eyes clouded
Blood painting patterns on the frozen floor

He was the first to fall
The swift one
Quelled to stillness by sword
The steel of death

He was the first to fall
The fair one
The first one into battle
And the last to leave