Gut Feeling

He sat deep in thought. Something was bothering him. He didn't know what precisely. A faint distant something made a noise. He ignored it. The something repeated itself, resolving into his friend's voice. "Akhorahil? Akhorahil!" Akhorahil blinked, shook the fog from his head, and looked up. "Are you coming?" "Just let me sit here a minute..." "Are you sick or something?" "I don't know maybe... I just.. Something's not right..." "I'll tell you what's not right, he gave the orders a whole three minutes ago, and you're still sitting there." "I'm telling you, there's something not right!" Akhorahil snapped... and then softened, and sighed. He hesitated another moment, then rose, and followed.

An hour later Akhorahil lay dying of a mortal knife wound. He was the only one on the Gondorian side killed. If he had listened to his gut, he might still be alive.