Post by Admin on Jan 18, 2021 23:34:26 GMT
Author: Archeress of Silverbow
Gimli? Gimli Gloinion?” the elf looked at his friend laying on the bed “Gimli?” There was no answer and as he looked closer the Woodelf realised that there was an ethereal peace over the rough face. The peace that only came at the Valar’s will. Respectfully he touched his hand to his heart, feeling it rip into pieces as the truth settles “Garo hîdh nen gurth… Ninion na \'wannad lîn”
“Nai yaryuvalyë estë sambassë Mandosto”
The whispered Quenya made the elf spin round in surprise, drawing one of his knives by reflex. He relaxed as the face of Finrod Felagund appeared from the shadows
“My lord”
“Legolas…” the Noldor’s voice was gentle “I understand your pain, for like you I made a friend of the Gonnhirrim.” The Son of Finwe stepped forward and dropped to his knees by the dwarf, murmuring something in a strange tongue
“Khuzdûl my lord?” Legolas frowned slightly
His companion nodded “Yes. I am one of the few of my people to know the tongue.” Slowly he rose, gesturing for Legolas to do the same “Come, bring Gimli. The time has come for the only dwarf in Valinor to find his rest.
They walked slowly, Finrod in front with Legolas following, the Dwarf’s wrapped body in his arms. Only sheer determination stopped him falling over. Tears were falling thick and fast as the Falls of Rauros, and Finrod was forced to put and arm to the Sindars chest to stop him moving
“Look Legolas”
Blinking back the tears he finally set eyes on a white tomb, carved of stone and even grander than that of Balin in Moria
“How?” He turned his gaze to Finrod
“The news was abroad yestereve of Gimli’s decline. With the blessing of Lord Aule I worked through the night to see it completed.”
A warm peace began to descend into Legolas’s heart as he identified the graves of Bilbo Frodo and Sam nearby. The fellowship reunited.
Stepping forward he lay Gimli in the tomb and pulled the lid closed, tracing his fingers over the inscription; written in Sindarin, Quenya and Khuzdûl:
<i>Here lies Glimi Gloinson, Dwarf of the Fellowship. Friend of Elves.</i>
He turned back to find Mithrandir also watching, then summoned up the courage to use his stumbling Quenya
“Hantanyel órenyallo”
Finrod bowed and walked away.
As the sun set Legolas began to feel the pain of his grief dulling. The gift was more than its makers knew.
Garo hîdh nen gurth… Ninion na \'wannad lîn = Have peace in death… I mourn your passing
Nai yaryuvalyë estë sambassë Mandosto= May you find peace in death (Q)
Gonnhirrim= Stone lords
Hantanyel órenyallo= I thank you from my heart (Q)
Gimli? Gimli Gloinion?” the elf looked at his friend laying on the bed “Gimli?” There was no answer and as he looked closer the Woodelf realised that there was an ethereal peace over the rough face. The peace that only came at the Valar’s will. Respectfully he touched his hand to his heart, feeling it rip into pieces as the truth settles “Garo hîdh nen gurth… Ninion na \'wannad lîn”
“Nai yaryuvalyë estë sambassë Mandosto”
The whispered Quenya made the elf spin round in surprise, drawing one of his knives by reflex. He relaxed as the face of Finrod Felagund appeared from the shadows
“My lord”
“Legolas…” the Noldor’s voice was gentle “I understand your pain, for like you I made a friend of the Gonnhirrim.” The Son of Finwe stepped forward and dropped to his knees by the dwarf, murmuring something in a strange tongue
“Khuzdûl my lord?” Legolas frowned slightly
His companion nodded “Yes. I am one of the few of my people to know the tongue.” Slowly he rose, gesturing for Legolas to do the same “Come, bring Gimli. The time has come for the only dwarf in Valinor to find his rest.
They walked slowly, Finrod in front with Legolas following, the Dwarf’s wrapped body in his arms. Only sheer determination stopped him falling over. Tears were falling thick and fast as the Falls of Rauros, and Finrod was forced to put and arm to the Sindars chest to stop him moving
“Look Legolas”
Blinking back the tears he finally set eyes on a white tomb, carved of stone and even grander than that of Balin in Moria
“How?” He turned his gaze to Finrod
“The news was abroad yestereve of Gimli’s decline. With the blessing of Lord Aule I worked through the night to see it completed.”
A warm peace began to descend into Legolas’s heart as he identified the graves of Bilbo Frodo and Sam nearby. The fellowship reunited.
Stepping forward he lay Gimli in the tomb and pulled the lid closed, tracing his fingers over the inscription; written in Sindarin, Quenya and Khuzdûl:
<i>Here lies Glimi Gloinson, Dwarf of the Fellowship. Friend of Elves.</i>
He turned back to find Mithrandir also watching, then summoned up the courage to use his stumbling Quenya
“Hantanyel órenyallo”
Finrod bowed and walked away.
As the sun set Legolas began to feel the pain of his grief dulling. The gift was more than its makers knew.
Garo hîdh nen gurth… Ninion na \'wannad lîn = Have peace in death… I mourn your passing
Nai yaryuvalyë estë sambassë Mandosto= May you find peace in death (Q)
Gonnhirrim= Stone lords
Hantanyel órenyallo= I thank you from my heart (Q)