Nov 11: Hero (TA 3019, April, Minas Tirith)

“You there! With the broom!”

Doron set his broom against the wall, and turned to see a Guardsman on crutches hobbling awkwardly towards him. “Sir?”

“I wanted to say 'Thank you'.”

“Thank me? Sir, I'm just the street cleaner.”

The guard reached for Doron's hands and turned them palm up, revealing several ugly, barely-healed gashes. “You hauled those stones off of me after that barrage knocked me and my squad from the wall. I'd have lost my leg if not for you.”

“Anyone would have--”

“But it was you who saved me.”

A/N: Posted in honor of Veterans/Remembrance Day. In times of war, there are all sorts of heroes, especially unsung ones.