Post by Admin on Jan 18, 2021 23:43:02 GMT
Author: Eärillë
Ranking: 3rd place
Summary: Not everyone was glad when Aragorn left Imladris when he was 20. But who was it? And was he aware of it?
Rating: G
Warning: A rather… unique… point of view. Beware some confusion.
Disclaimer: No own, no sue. I did this purely out of love for the Tolkien universe and a longing to return to Teitho. Any stupidity or silliness you read below is fully my fried brain’s fault and my inability to manage time. So…
I’m sorry?', 'He goes away, departing my embrace. My airs moan. My branches try to snag him. – But he escapes me.
My clouds weep. Why does he have to go? And in such a mood…
I have given myself the task to shelter them, to protect them, the refugees. It had been two ages of the Sun, according to their measurement, before he came. He was so frail, but so lively, like the grass in my meadows and the flowers on their crests. And he grew, like all things in my embrace. But now he leaves me…
He was such a beloved youth, when he came with his mother into my embrace a number of seasons ago. He was not like those who dwell here – he has never been. And yet, he behaved almost like them. He was trained in their ways since he was a tiny shoot, though, unlike others before him, so it must have shaped him – like I do my growing things by way of dirt and rock and water. He always reminds me of one before him, of whom he bears his blood. But that two-legged left me a long time ago, alongside the chunk where he lived – where he struggled to live. And now this one also leaves me…
Perhaps they are destined for the same fate as well? Battling misery for years, gaining the hand of a fair female only to be rebuffed by her sire, and dying together after doing a great deed worthy of the two-leggeds? But this one has claimed bond on the female first, if not reciprocated… It is what made him leave, in fact. How I wish I did not show them together! But it was indeed hard to let go of the temptation. Their tale seems so much alike to my previous lovers that I desired them to mate and give me fair, lovely children to tend me and be tended by me.
I still do.
But I am strongest here, in this narrow-steep-deep. (And also somewhere more to the east, another enchanted-concealed patch but a lowland forest, but that is a little far from here, as I understand it, in the measurement of the wingless two-leggeds.) I cannot protect him much beyond this veil, as the power of the Foul One has wounded me and numb-poisoned and burnt me in various stages almost everywhere else. Why does he have to go? He is too young still! I am afraid his frail stalk will be crushed by stronger feet somewhere else.
And then there will be nobody who can greet me and caress me and love me like he does: attached yet detached, although never exploring too much; more hesitant and awkward than the other kind, yet no less genuine and sincere. There have been too few of his like residing in my nest, and there has only been him so far that has settled in my embrace here recently. There have been too few of his kind who would heed my call and play awhile in the water-veins and water-lines and water-edge, or run free and laugh in the soft flats I have provided them, or sing with the wind, or pause for a moment to greet my trees and plants and bushes. I long for them to do so. They are always so hasty, and too careless.
However, he does not wish to be deterred. I have nearly convinced him, oh I have; his light feet falter for a moment on the lament of my wind and trees and rocks and water. But then he goes on, and only spare me a last caress farewell.
Rivendell they name me in his language, the language of the sun-people, and I bid you farewell also, beloved Aragorn land-lover sun-wingless-two-legged, although I am reluctant to relinquish you. May you live long under the nurturing heat, and give me children who are as beloved as you are. And you are going to return here some time, yes you are, if I manage to send the message to you. But for now, I am left to lament.
Ranking: 3rd place
Summary: Not everyone was glad when Aragorn left Imladris when he was 20. But who was it? And was he aware of it?
Rating: G
Warning: A rather… unique… point of view. Beware some confusion.
Disclaimer: No own, no sue. I did this purely out of love for the Tolkien universe and a longing to return to Teitho. Any stupidity or silliness you read below is fully my fried brain’s fault and my inability to manage time. So…
I’m sorry?', 'He goes away, departing my embrace. My airs moan. My branches try to snag him. – But he escapes me.
My clouds weep. Why does he have to go? And in such a mood…
I have given myself the task to shelter them, to protect them, the refugees. It had been two ages of the Sun, according to their measurement, before he came. He was so frail, but so lively, like the grass in my meadows and the flowers on their crests. And he grew, like all things in my embrace. But now he leaves me…
He was such a beloved youth, when he came with his mother into my embrace a number of seasons ago. He was not like those who dwell here – he has never been. And yet, he behaved almost like them. He was trained in their ways since he was a tiny shoot, though, unlike others before him, so it must have shaped him – like I do my growing things by way of dirt and rock and water. He always reminds me of one before him, of whom he bears his blood. But that two-legged left me a long time ago, alongside the chunk where he lived – where he struggled to live. And now this one also leaves me…
Perhaps they are destined for the same fate as well? Battling misery for years, gaining the hand of a fair female only to be rebuffed by her sire, and dying together after doing a great deed worthy of the two-leggeds? But this one has claimed bond on the female first, if not reciprocated… It is what made him leave, in fact. How I wish I did not show them together! But it was indeed hard to let go of the temptation. Their tale seems so much alike to my previous lovers that I desired them to mate and give me fair, lovely children to tend me and be tended by me.
I still do.
But I am strongest here, in this narrow-steep-deep. (And also somewhere more to the east, another enchanted-concealed patch but a lowland forest, but that is a little far from here, as I understand it, in the measurement of the wingless two-leggeds.) I cannot protect him much beyond this veil, as the power of the Foul One has wounded me and numb-poisoned and burnt me in various stages almost everywhere else. Why does he have to go? He is too young still! I am afraid his frail stalk will be crushed by stronger feet somewhere else.
And then there will be nobody who can greet me and caress me and love me like he does: attached yet detached, although never exploring too much; more hesitant and awkward than the other kind, yet no less genuine and sincere. There have been too few of his like residing in my nest, and there has only been him so far that has settled in my embrace here recently. There have been too few of his kind who would heed my call and play awhile in the water-veins and water-lines and water-edge, or run free and laugh in the soft flats I have provided them, or sing with the wind, or pause for a moment to greet my trees and plants and bushes. I long for them to do so. They are always so hasty, and too careless.
However, he does not wish to be deterred. I have nearly convinced him, oh I have; his light feet falter for a moment on the lament of my wind and trees and rocks and water. But then he goes on, and only spare me a last caress farewell.
Rivendell they name me in his language, the language of the sun-people, and I bid you farewell also, beloved Aragorn land-lover sun-wingless-two-legged, although I am reluctant to relinquish you. May you live long under the nurturing heat, and give me children who are as beloved as you are. And you are going to return here some time, yes you are, if I manage to send the message to you. But for now, I am left to lament.