Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness's Retribution ❯ In the Defense of Men ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Tolkien’s characters do not belong to me and I am not going to make anything off of this story so you can forget trying to sue me.



Author’s Note: Okay, first of all it is rated for a reason and secondly it contains SLASH!!! If you don't like it then don't read it...okay?

Darkness’s Retribution



Prologue: In Men’s Defense



They had come against their Lady’s wishes to Rohan. Elrond of Rivendell had all but begged for their aid and Haldir, well Haldir never could refuse a chance for honor and glory. Rumil wanders close to the gate leading out of Helm’s Deep. His elven armor covers most of his body save the helmet tightly held in his hands. “The night shall be long,” a voice remarks.
“And we will lose many,” he answers without turning around, “Our Lady did not want us to be here. Our time is over and we should just leave men to fight their own battles.”
“Sauron is not a force that men alone can beat. We must stand together this last time and see to it that he is finally brought down once and for all,” his companion argues. “At what cost, Gareth? At what cost to our already dwindling numbers? Men breed faster than any race here in Middle Earth and yet we, the first born, must step in and defend them! I just do not understand,” Rumil retorts.
“That is true, Rumil. We should not have to face such a fate but we also cannot let the rest of Middle Earth suffer either. We must do all we can to ensure that Sauron is defeated here and now,” Gareth answers. The silver-haired captain sighs.
“You are right, mellon-nin. Forgive me if I sounded indifferent to the fate of Men. I do agree that we must help them it is just we are going to see a lot of death tonight and I do not know if I can handle it,” Rumil says softly.
“I know, captain, but such days must be had for peace to come. You have a few hours left. Try not to imagine what is going to happen. Think of better things,” Gareth says before turning and disappearing as silently as he had approached. Rumil almost smiles. Gareth had been a good friend and constant companion for years and was always willing to talk to him. Rumil knows not what he would do if Gareth died this night. He quickly pushes this thought away and sits on the stairs by the doors. Thinking of such things would only hinder his ability to fight the oncoming wave of evil.
Rumil is so deep in thought that he does not notice the shadowy figure in the corner observing him. Dark blue eyes gaze at him lustfully from the darkness. The time was now to claim a prize fairer then Eowyn. The silver-haired elf does not notice the approach until it is too late. The last image that swirls before Rumil’s eyes is of a pale face framed by greasy long hair and a pair of the coldest blue-eyes piercing into his before a fist connects with his unprotected head. Unconsciousness claims the silver-haired march warden, and he crumples into the creature’s arms…