Golden Light, Starry Night

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Red. There was so much red. Blood and flames, even the sky was red. And the screams, they came from everywhere. Everyone was screaming, and running. Out of their homes, down the road, to the stables for their horses, into each other, they all ran. Children being carried to safety by their mothers, others were not so lucky. Fathers, brothers, uncles, friends – all were struggling to defend their families. Soldier and civilian alike were fighting for their lives. And yet, through all their hardships, they would not be victorious. They could not win, not against this evil. When it finally seemed like they had a chance, itappeared. A beast of shadow and flame – three times the size of a man, all cowered in fear before it. It tore down anything and everything in its path with lashes of a fiery whip. It seemed the people would give up hope, that none would stand up to this beast. And they were right to flee, for this battle would not be easily won. Yet out of the darkness shone a light. A beautiful, golden light suddenly stood before it and blocked its path. He fought with the beast as more of its kind appeared. He fought till he believed he could fight no more, but fought still. And when at last the monster fell from the ledge on which they did battle and he thought it all to be over, it reached out with a giant clawed hand and latched onto his long golden braids and dragged him to the depths as well.

That was the night his beautiful light burned out, the night my light disappeared.

And I never got to tell him…

"For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are those 'it might have been'." -John Greenleaf Whittier