rating: G warnings: none
Everything belongs to the professor and his estate.
I am grateful for the chance to be here.
for the prompt: swordplay at tolkien_weekly
He could see nothing, but he could feel them – shadows peering over the lip of the hollow where they hid, moving toward his master.
I never thought I would need to draw my sword, Sam thought, sliding the barrow blade free of its scabbard, now glad of its presence. But though he tried to step in front of Frodo, he remained rooted to the spot.
Eyes shut tight, he felt the darkness touch him, creep along his arm like a storm warning, knock the blade effortlessly from his hand.
Swordplay – how could anyone have put those words together!