Aearwen's Little Bits - Traitor

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And here's another of my little 100-word drabbles.



"You do not belong here," the porter hissed. "Go back to your post."

Beyond, Beregond heard his Lord's impassioned exhortations. Pippin was right. His Lord's mind was indeed overthrown.

For a moment, he wavered; and in his heart, Honor battled with Justice. Honor lost. "Stand aside and give me the key, or perish!" Beregond drew his sword.

"Traitor!"

The sword sang, and the key was claimed. The Closed Door opened. Beregond leapt to stand before the Steward's House, barring others' entry.

He had chosen his path; blood on his sword confirmed his doom. His soul was forfeit.

So be it.