Despite the Dark
by Dana

Disclaimer: The characters are property of JRR Tolkien.
Summary: There are limits.
Rating: PG

Somehow, despite the dark, and the heavy scent of blood, she manages to sing.

It is nothing but a silly children's rhyme, and as she sings, she soothes his fevered brow, wipes clean his bloodied cheeks. His eyes, wide and too clear, say more than what she desires to believe: that he is dying, that he is already dead.

She does not weep now, nor will she, not until he is gone and her brother, too; and she is abandoned, alone, and bereft of any hope but that of the cloying lies of a snake.

(She almost wants to believe.)