The Lining of the World (LOTR drabble, PG)

[browngirl]

I wrote this, based on this poem *waves to sageness*, for danachan; I intended it for the "North" challenge at tolkien_weekly, but the references that would have qualified it ended up being edited out.

Title: The Lining of the World
Fandom: LOTR
Rating: PG
Warnings: Blood and death. Not grim, though.
Disclaimer: Tobold Banks may be mine, but hobbits aren't, nor is the rest of Middle-Earth.


Tobold Banks lies on bloody grass, eyes open to the sunny sky. Beyond him Captain Merry leads the lads after three Ruffians; beside him two more lie where they fell. Odd and yet not, Toby muses, his life soaking into the soft earth, that six months in those Lockholes didn't kill him but one gut-stab will?

Well, thereby its giver lost his greasy head, one less Ruffian to trouble the Shire, and if Toby might lie here forever, all he loves saved from harm... the sky shimmers open, impossible stars flaring, and his final breath is a laugh of wonder.

Comments

[dreamflower]

Oh my! This is amazing! *sniff* Poor Tobold!

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :)