Stay with me
Based on “Imagine pleading with Thranduil to heal the
Durins as they all still have a glimmer of life left in them and you know that
he has the ability to save them” from ImaginexHobbit.
wary of stray orcs that might yet be lurking in the depths of
Ravenhill’s tunnels, you ventured onto the ice at the tower’s base.
lone figure lay close at hand, and as you edged nearer,
casting a glance across the frozen river to where a handful of your comrades searched the rocky terrain for casualties of the battle, it was quickly apparent that the body was not that of an elf. He was smaller, stocky and powerfully built, wearing a heavy leather coat rather than
gleaming armor, and a mane of golden hair framed a handsome, bearded face
with eyes as blue as the sky they no longer saw.
The dwarf’s rugged beauty stirred a strange rush of pity in your heart and you sheathed your sword to sink to your knees beside him, feeling yourself unsettled by a deep sympathy for this poor, lost soul who had been your enemy only hours before. His lifeless face spoke wrenchingly to you of youth, strength, nobility, hopes for the future all cut short at the merciless hands of an orc, judging from his wounds. Carefully, though you could not have told why, you took his broad, gloved hand between your own and held it as if to comfort him before reaching to close his eyes in a futile gesture of compassion.
Your fingertips gently touched his face and you started, as though you’d been stung, instantly withdrawing your hand.