Mar. 8th, 2004

guide_beregond: (My hair's green. I blame the Lembas.)
Hearing, Sight, Taste, Touch, and Smell. The five senses. Which would be the worst one for you to lose, and why?

If I were to be struck deaf to the sounds of battle, the cries of soldiers falling around me, this is something I could adjust to, perhaps more easily than I care to admit. I have also smelled enough blood to last me to the end of my days. The taste of dirt and ash on the wind, even my own blood in my mouth on some occasions, and the eating of stale bread and rancid meat at the end of a long campaign, no I would gladly give up these as well. And finally, the desperate pressing of my hand to a soldier’s chest seeking a heartbeat but finding only a cold stillness. A soldier must endure all these, yet they are certainly not experiences to savor.

But if I were to lose the ability to help prevent these horrors in the first place? Ah, there is the crux of the issue. To spot the enemy, to know which way to turn and fight effectively, to move as one with the rest of my company as we battle together, one sense becomes vital. Without my eyes I can do nothing to prevent the assault on all the other senses.

Beregond: Captain of the White Company, the Guard of Faramir Prince of Ithilien.
Fandom: The Lord Of The Rings
Word Count: Double-drabble - 200


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