Bloodlust

I plead with my sons to cease their endless quest for revenge – yet while orcs still roam these lands, I know they cannot rest. 

I understand their anger, but can they not understand my fear?  One day, they will not return.  One day, one will return alone, bearing his brother’s body – and I will still lose them both.

Yet I cling to hope.  Hope that one day, the cold-eyed, vengeful warriors will go, and my sons will return.  I have to believe that that day will come.

I watch, heavy-hearted, as they ride out again – vicious orc-slayers consumed by bloodlust.

Author's Notes:  For the 'History of Violence' challenge on Tolkien Weekly.