Author Kortirion
Word count: 100
Character: Boromir and Theodred
Adult: none
Disclaimer: Tolkien's intellectual property, I'm just paying a small tribute.
Isen water washes hot blood from once warm flesh. Silent, still, no life-breath therein. Black iron was hilted in leather and muscle, opening tears that wept a life away. Icy water flows blood-reddened, iron-scented southwards.
Great River, swift-flowing, deep, cradles the cherished offering; given to water when earth cannot be trusted to hold him tracelessly silent; cradled in bright water, safe in Anduin’s arms. Salt-water sings a benediction, calls the Faithful home, and carries, carries the beloved to where the white gulls fly.
Salt-water, water for the dead, warm on faces in quiet moments; diamond tears that crown your passing.