Post by Admin on Jan 6, 2021 18:52:34 GMT
Author: Cassie Hughes
Summary - There shouldn't be sunshine when grief holds you tightly in its grip. ***Implied Character Death***
Rating K
Sunshine.
There shouldn't be sunshine.
The day should be grey, washed out by darkened clouds mournful tears.
How can the sky be so blue?
So clear?
So.
Full of promise?
The single bell tolled out its mournful note across the city and the lone figure standing at the peak of the tallest tower felt it resonate through his aching body, striking a chord within his heart. It was almost time, but not yet. He could not face it yet.
A gentle breeze ruffled through his hair, raising the long strands to dance around his pale face and bringing with it the scents of the life that surrounded him, tickling his mind to release memories of times long gone. Closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and allowed them to overtake his thoughts, releasing himself to their touch, allowing himself to be pulled away to another place and time. Another sunny day, that had held so much more promise than did this.
o~o~o
"Come little brother, the time is almost upon us and you dare not be late."
He watched in his minds eye as they walked together step for step, down gaily bedecked corridors, windows sparkling with summer sunlight, each dressed in their finest clothes for this most auspicious occasion. A date awaited for so long and with so much anticipation.
"Ada."
"Ionen."
We smile and embrace. No need for words, the proud look on our fathers face says enough as he pulls away to regard us with eyes that always seem to hold the knowledge of the world in their depths.
"We will await you within." He bows his head slightly, as if to equals now, and opens the ornately carved doors to enter the hall of fire. He takes one last backwards glance, an encouraging smile upon his oft, too grave features then is gone, closing the doors gently behind him.
"So, this is it." We speak almost at the same time and nervous laughter fills the air. We embrace and inhale deeply.
"Together?"
"Aye, together."
"Happy coming of age, little brother."
Raising our hands we push the doors open and walk through to meet the sea of joyous faces waiting to share in our celebration.
o~o~o
"'Elladan"
Blinking out of the reverie I have unwittingly slipped into I raise my hand to my face feeling moisture on the cold cheek. I look up at the bright blue sky and frown wondering how I can feel rain from a cloudless sky, then tasting the bitter tang of salt realise it is not rain I feel, but tears. I thought I had no more left to shed.
"'Dan?"
I feel the press of a warm and gentle hand upon my shoulder and turn to stare into a well loved careworn face stricken with grief yet also carrying the hint of an emotion, that for a moment I can not place but finally recognise as fear.
"'It is time." The hand upon my shoulder softly squeezes then lets go. I nod and with one last look over the sundrenched landscape below turn to follow my human brother back down into, what will soon become, his city, to the waiting pyre that will consume my twins battered remains. A last farewell, before I finally allow myself to join our father and leave these lands, hoping to find peace for my shattered fëar as my mother did so long ago.
* - Namárië or Galadriels Lament by JRR Tolkien
Summary - There shouldn't be sunshine when grief holds you tightly in its grip. ***Implied Character Death***
Rating K
Sunshine.
There shouldn't be sunshine.
The day should be grey, washed out by darkened clouds mournful tears.
How can the sky be so blue?
So clear?
So.
Full of promise?
The single bell tolled out its mournful note across the city and the lone figure standing at the peak of the tallest tower felt it resonate through his aching body, striking a chord within his heart. It was almost time, but not yet. He could not face it yet.
A gentle breeze ruffled through his hair, raising the long strands to dance around his pale face and bringing with it the scents of the life that surrounded him, tickling his mind to release memories of times long gone. Closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and allowed them to overtake his thoughts, releasing himself to their touch, allowing himself to be pulled away to another place and time. Another sunny day, that had held so much more promise than did this.
o~o~o
"Come little brother, the time is almost upon us and you dare not be late."
He watched in his minds eye as they walked together step for step, down gaily bedecked corridors, windows sparkling with summer sunlight, each dressed in their finest clothes for this most auspicious occasion. A date awaited for so long and with so much anticipation.
"Ada."
"Ionen."
We smile and embrace. No need for words, the proud look on our fathers face says enough as he pulls away to regard us with eyes that always seem to hold the knowledge of the world in their depths.
"We will await you within." He bows his head slightly, as if to equals now, and opens the ornately carved doors to enter the hall of fire. He takes one last backwards glance, an encouraging smile upon his oft, too grave features then is gone, closing the doors gently behind him.
"So, this is it." We speak almost at the same time and nervous laughter fills the air. We embrace and inhale deeply.
"Together?"
"Aye, together."
"Happy coming of age, little brother."
Raising our hands we push the doors open and walk through to meet the sea of joyous faces waiting to share in our celebration.
o~o~o
"'Elladan"
Blinking out of the reverie I have unwittingly slipped into I raise my hand to my face feeling moisture on the cold cheek. I look up at the bright blue sky and frown wondering how I can feel rain from a cloudless sky, then tasting the bitter tang of salt realise it is not rain I feel, but tears. I thought I had no more left to shed.
"'Dan?"
I feel the press of a warm and gentle hand upon my shoulder and turn to stare into a well loved careworn face stricken with grief yet also carrying the hint of an emotion, that for a moment I can not place but finally recognise as fear.
"'It is time." The hand upon my shoulder softly squeezes then lets go. I nod and with one last look over the sundrenched landscape below turn to follow my human brother back down into, what will soon become, his city, to the waiting pyre that will consume my twins battered remains. A last farewell, before I finally allow myself to join our father and leave these lands, hoping to find peace for my shattered fëar as my mother did so long ago.
*Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromadi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintuiar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lirinen
Si man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An si Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë,
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hisië
untúpa Calaciryo miri oialë.
Si vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!
yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromadi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintuiar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lirinen
Si man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An si Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë,
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hisië
untúpa Calaciryo miri oialë.
Si vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!
* - Namárië or Galadriels Lament by JRR Tolkien