Prompt: Nargothrond: "Write a story or poem or create artwork where the characters have to decide between loyalty or betrayal."
They'd gone north under grim necessity. Trolls were occasional evils, but so many – there had to be a rut. What else explained them, this time of year?
Later, Arador cursed himself for not considering a trap. Their chief captor, a Man, surveyed his battered prizes: "Who commands?"
Immediately up spoke Gilion, thirty years under Star, and bound his Chieftain's tongue: "I do."
"Brave man. Shargûsh!" An orc seized Arador then, to Gilion's evident horror, which became shared, sick irony, as the fellow continued:
"Answer well, then, captain, and spare your men: tell me of Isildur's line..."
Author's notes: "And it happened that when Arathorn and Gilraen had been married only one year, Arador was taken by hill-trolls in the Coldfells north of Rivendell and was slain [....] Arathorn went riding against the Orcs with the sons of Elrond, and he was slain by an orc-arrow [...]. Then Aragorn, being now the Heir of Isildur, was taken with his mother to dwell in the house of Elrond [...] and his true name and lineage were kept secret at the bidding of Elrond; for the Wise then knew that the Enemy was seeking to discover the Heir of Isildur, if any remained upon earth." - Appendix A, RoTK
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