A/N: Written for the Halloween Drabble Masquerade we had at the Brothers of Gondor discussion board.


I wade into the water and my mind tells me that it is cold… but my body feels naught.

The River carries the light boat onward, but there is no sound of splashing.

There are wisps of smoke from a distant fire in the air, but no smell comes with them.

I have even lost the taste of the red wine that accompanied our usual meagre supper of dried meat and fruit.

Only my eyes still serve me well, letting me behold a still form in the boat.

The day which every warrior's family fears most has come for me.