A Measure of Tears by Himring  

Two

The Dwarves of Belegost stand against the dragons

Forward on the Plain of Death strode the Dwarves of Belegost. Undismayed, although well they knew how their allies had blundered, they charged into the closing jaws of Angband. Orcs to the right, dragons to the left, the storm of battle all about—Azaghal raised his axe against towering Glaurung.

There he fell. Yet, the foes’ onslaught for a brief while was diminished. Back over the Plain of Death retreated the Dwarves, those that were left, singing a slow dirge, and even amid the losses of that day, their allies wondered. Let not, then, the honour of Belegost be forgotten or the memory fade.

Chapter End Notes

This is the part inspired by "The Charge of the Light Brigade".