Written for the "Characters You Never Write" Challenge at Tolkien_Weekly


"We secured passage for you on a ship to Pelargir. Her captain is a trustworthy man."

He kept his voice to a whisper, for Bergil slept nearby. "I will not flee like a common thief."

"By ancient law, your life will be forfeit. Leave now, before they put you in irons."

"And be doubly cursed as both coward and traitor?"

"Think of your sons!"

"You risk much for my sake, yet still I must refuse."

After his friends had left, he polished his boots and brushed the black and silver tabard. Then he stood beside the bed, watching Bergil sleep.