Aeärwen's Little Bits - 3. Fulfilled
"Your oath is fulfilled," Isildur's Heir pronounced. "Depart and be at rest!"
The shadow of a long-dead warrior looked at the spear in his hand - the one he had carried for so long that he could not remember a moment without it being there - and at last he had the strength to break it over his knee. He heard others doing the same.
A fresh breeze blew in, bearing the sweet smell of a home long forgotten. A sigh arose from the whole Host. The Dead would fight no more.
Home. Rest. Peace. He let go, and vanished.
A/N: The words in quotations are taken directly from The Return of the King: The Last Debate.