Post by Admin on Jan 1, 2021 16:21:55 GMT
Author: Kaylee Arafinwiel
Ranking: 3rd place
Summary: In FoA 121, the sons of Elrond finish their task.
Rating: PG
Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, sort of Arwen
The task was done.
Shoulders set, Elladan lowered himself to sit on the stone bench, carpeted by fallen leaves of gold. The wind soughed through the silent lands, and he looked at his brother helplessly.
"She knows, 'Dan," Elrohir said softly. "I have to believe she knows we were here, that we would do this one thing for her."
"We were there at her birthing," Elladan murmured. "So 'tis only right." He stared out at the barren trees, watching ancient branches moving slowly in the breeze.
"Nothing about it is right," Elrohir said, closing his eyes against the pain. "She should have lain beside Estel. Why here?"
"Here is where she loved and lived for so long. Here is where Estel pledged himself to her, where they claimed each other." Elladan looked back up the hill. "Not, of course, that I think they claimed each other fully then, no matter what Adar worried about."
Elrohir shook his head. "Estel was far too honourable a Man, and our sister knows--knew---better than that," he agreed, voice choked with tears. "Ai...gwanur nin, what will Naneth say?"
"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Elladan asked quietly, closing his eyes against his own tears. "This cannot be fare well forever, nesanya," he murmured. "Surely Eru would not be so cruel. But the parting is bitter, and yet we hope you have found peace in Estel's arms once more."
"Namarie, little sister," Elrohir murmured.
"Namarie." Elladan echoed him. The wind strengthened for a moment, fallen leaves swirling, and then all was still again.
Shivering, the twins cast grief-stricken looks at the gold-blanketed hill of Cerin Amroth one last time, and then went to find their horses. They rode away without speaking, or looking back.
Lothlorien was empty and silent. There was nothing left for them here.
Ranking: 3rd place
Summary: In FoA 121, the sons of Elrond finish their task.
Rating: PG
Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, sort of Arwen
The task was done.
Shoulders set, Elladan lowered himself to sit on the stone bench, carpeted by fallen leaves of gold. The wind soughed through the silent lands, and he looked at his brother helplessly.
"She knows, 'Dan," Elrohir said softly. "I have to believe she knows we were here, that we would do this one thing for her."
"We were there at her birthing," Elladan murmured. "So 'tis only right." He stared out at the barren trees, watching ancient branches moving slowly in the breeze.
"Nothing about it is right," Elrohir said, closing his eyes against the pain. "She should have lain beside Estel. Why here?"
"Here is where she loved and lived for so long. Here is where Estel pledged himself to her, where they claimed each other." Elladan looked back up the hill. "Not, of course, that I think they claimed each other fully then, no matter what Adar worried about."
Elrohir shook his head. "Estel was far too honourable a Man, and our sister knows--knew---better than that," he agreed, voice choked with tears. "Ai...gwanur nin, what will Naneth say?"
"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Elladan asked quietly, closing his eyes against his own tears. "This cannot be fare well forever, nesanya," he murmured. "Surely Eru would not be so cruel. But the parting is bitter, and yet we hope you have found peace in Estel's arms once more."
"Namarie, little sister," Elrohir murmured.
"Namarie." Elladan echoed him. The wind strengthened for a moment, fallen leaves swirling, and then all was still again.
Shivering, the twins cast grief-stricken looks at the gold-blanketed hill of Cerin Amroth one last time, and then went to find their horses. They rode away without speaking, or looking back.
Lothlorien was empty and silent. There was nothing left for them here.