Drabble: Battle

[claudia603]

There was nothing like the drum of battle to harden a soldier nearly instantly. There was that desperate need to hold every moment, deep and tight, knowing that he could be slain at any moment. Beregond thrust into the halfling, not even looking into his young green eyes. There was little point, when both would fall into darkness, sooner rather than later. Instead he rode in the moment, savoring it, much like he had when he was young and had ridden his first horse.

When they finished, they fell into each other’s arms. Peregrin said nothing at all, but his smile was both frightened and gratified.

“Thank you,” he whispered.