In Some Corner...

A/N - For the OSA Drabble challenge #7 - Famous dead guys.


They carried the corpse over the dark ash, with his dented helm upon his chest. The mourning king walked behind, head held as high as he was able. They marched over pockmarked plains, breathing foul air.

Not once did the screams from the Dark Tower cease, nor did the soldiers put down their arms. Battle would not pause for grief.

Finally they laid the body in a shallow hole and covered him with fine black soil, in that stretch of land commandeered for the dead. How soon though, thought Elendil, before that field was greater than the plain of battle?