//So I made a drabble based on songsofimladris’ and orophin-of-lothlorien’s thread Passing-bells.

Basically in this drabble, Rumil dies.

The battle raged all around him, more vicious than he’d ever seen. This wasn’t what he was expecting when the Lady gave he and his brothers their marching orders. Rumil had been optimistic that they were all going together. At least then they would be able to watch each other’s backs. But they had been separated and rumil was on his own. The young warden had seen so much death this night. His kin were falling left and right in what seemed a futile battle. 

Rumil never saw the sword coming. The rusty blade peirced through his flesh with ease, causing him to stumble back. Whimpering, he slid back against the wall, clutching his stomach and trying in vain to stop the blood. He knew at that moment that this was the end, that this whole battle had just been a suicide mission. He bit down hard on his lip. Why had the Lady sent them to this? Did she not want them anymore?

Weakly, Rumil lifted his head, looking around. All he felt was dispair. Men and Elves were lying dead everywhere that they looked. It seemed that their sacrifice would be for naught. He was going to die in this awful place, and he was going to die all alone. He frowned, trying to conjure up images of his beloved Golden Woods, a sight he would never see again. He thought of the little bunnies in his talan. Who would care for them when he was gone?

A sudden thought hit him, making all everything come to a screeching halt. Who would tell Turmio? Who would take care of his friend as he aged? He’d promised to and now he would never see his love again. Not even in Valinor would they meet again, not like he and his brothers. Tears filled his blue eyes, then made their way down his dirty cheeks. He always thought he would have more time.

But he was wrong. Darkness was beginning to eat away at his vision. He could feel himself growing weaker. It terrified him. He knew death for elves was not permanent  but he was still afraid, afraid of being alone through the whole process. A shuddering sigh escaped him. Death was close now. 

His last thought before his world turned back was of his brothers. Hopefully they would be fine without him.