Fanfic #3
This fanfic is dedicated to my LJ friend Skullbearer! Thanks for the idea.
answer to # 26&42&23.
Characters - Aragorn, Sandor
Rating- M
Genre - PWP
Word-count - 129.
When dawn had come, they had faced each other, filthy from the slaughter. Bleak that dawn was, and lifeless air tasted of ashes. One bright thing was a shield - battered, but three black hounds still run on a yellow field.
The shield-owner stood still, motionless as some hideous statue, but not for long - he didn't bother with greetings and manners. A fight is a fight, after all.
Quick stab at the emeny while he was holding his sword in salutation.
Blocked. Whirled. Rolled away form his blade. Cut. Slashed to enemy's lower chest. Gave ground. Rushed forward. Satisfactory scream of chainmail. Bright blood on dark earth and feeble attempts to stand and fight again.
A rain had started. Sandor Clegane kicked the lifeless corpse and walked away.
The End
answer to # 26&42&23.
Characters - Aragorn, Sandor
Rating- M
Genre - PWP
Word-count - 129.
When dawn had come, they had faced each other, filthy from the slaughter. Bleak that dawn was, and lifeless air tasted of ashes. One bright thing was a shield - battered, but three black hounds still run on a yellow field.
The shield-owner stood still, motionless as some hideous statue, but not for long - he didn't bother with greetings and manners. A fight is a fight, after all.
Quick stab at the emeny while he was holding his sword in salutation.
Blocked. Whirled. Rolled away form his blade. Cut. Slashed to enemy's lower chest. Gave ground. Rushed forward. Satisfactory scream of chainmail. Bright blood on dark earth and feeble attempts to stand and fight again.
A rain had started. Sandor Clegane kicked the lifeless corpse and walked away.
The End