Title: Wasted
Words: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Movie-verse. Faramir rides out with his soldiers to reclaim Osgiliath.
Characters: Unknown Gondorian woman

Written for the Minas Tirith Drabble Challenge on LiveJournal.

Wasted

It's so quiet, despite all the people in the streets.

Wasted flowers shower onto their path, wasted and dead, the horses trampling them down unnoticed. The allegory strikes me, but I feel numb. What can we all do? We watch them ride to certain death, and yet hope won't fade.

My younger brother rides out to Osgiliath, already beyond my sight. Barely old enough to hold a sword, to wear such heavy armour. He will follow Captain Faramir, despairing, but with last remainders of trust, to whatever end.

The last flowers fall onto the ground, unnoticed by the Doomed, wasted.