Collection of Potluck Drabbles by Artano

Crevice/Enemy/Pledge/Restrain

Beren is having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Hidden in a crevice, Beren glares out at the enemy's camp, cold anger mingled with grief welling within him.  Orcs gather around the fire, gloating over their victory as the captain holds aloft a severed hand, the ring Beren knows so well glinting blood red in the flickering flames.  Even if this were not the only band of orcs in the region, even if familiar swords were not strapped around their waists, this ring alone would damn them to fall to the pledge he had sworn.

But he restrains himself.  The night must fall, and then he will have vengeance.