You inspire me ya know that? My muses! have been silent for years!!!!!
Despair wrapped around her like a garment, thick and dark. There was no hope for her, no tomorrow worth living - no, not even for her children. They had their tomorrows, they had their adult lives ahead of them with dreams of family and empire. But her dreams, her life was gone, shattered in the darkness that insisted on wrapping her heart, clutching at her with iron grip.
*But you, my daughter... you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as nightfall in winter that comes without a star.*
Estel was gone. Her hope, her love, her reason for being here was gone, leaving her alone and empty. Even Cerin Amroth was dark, the niphrodel now nothing more than wayward white blossoms, the yellow gold leaves of the mallorn nothing more than fall foliage. How could she go on?
*Here you will dwell, bound to your grief under the fading trees... until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.*
Spent. Her years were not spent, but her hope was. She lingered on the hill at Cerin Amroth, wet tears streaking her one rosy cheeks into valleys of despair. Why? Why had he given up? Escaped this world and left her behind.
She lay herself down on the green grass of the hill, tears yet weeping down like bitter rain and cried her heart to the soil, to the trees and to the air itself. And when the sun went down in the west she bundled herself in her cload and remain huddled in darkness until the first rays of light rose in the east; pink and rosy with life and she looked up but it was not the sun which shined like brilliants in her eyes. It was not Anar rising to grace this day but some other light, white and clear and brilliant as the day.
Shading her tear bleary eyes she looked up and behold! the light was climbing the hill, reaching out a hand and smiling with love.
Estel! Hope rose in her breast as hand touched hand, fingers entwining in fingers and, while her body lay in the dark grasses of Cerin Amroth, Arwen rose to embrace her light, her love, her Estel.
I hope you don't mind but I've added you as a friend, as I am a fan of Aragorn...aaah there's none like him!! and I love your quotes too. My kind of thinking. Bless you.
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Date: 2012-12-26 03:15 pm (UTC)I think Halbarad's pleased he won't have to wear the Santa hat for another eleven months or so...
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Date: 2012-12-26 04:55 pm (UTC)Not as depressing as it sounds
Date: 2012-12-26 04:25 pm (UTC)Despair wrapped around her like a garment, thick and dark. There was no hope for her, no tomorrow worth living - no, not even for her children. They had their tomorrows, they had their adult lives ahead of them with dreams of family and empire. But her dreams, her life was gone, shattered in the darkness that insisted on wrapping her heart, clutching at her with iron grip.
*But you, my daughter... you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as nightfall in winter that comes without a star.*
Estel was gone. Her hope, her love, her reason for being here was gone, leaving her alone and empty. Even Cerin Amroth was dark, the niphrodel now nothing more than wayward white blossoms, the yellow gold leaves of the mallorn nothing more than fall foliage. How could she go on?
*Here you will dwell, bound to your grief under the fading trees... until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.*
Spent. Her years were not spent, but her hope was. She lingered on the hill at Cerin Amroth, wet tears streaking her one rosy cheeks into valleys of despair. Why? Why had he given up? Escaped this world and left her behind.
She lay herself down on the green grass of the hill, tears yet weeping down like bitter rain and cried her heart to the soil, to the trees and to the air itself. And when the sun went down in the west she bundled herself in her cload and remain huddled in darkness until the first rays of light rose in the east; pink and rosy with life and she looked up but it was not the sun which shined like brilliants in her eyes. It was not Anar rising to grace this day but some other light, white and clear and brilliant as the day.
Shading her tear bleary eyes she looked up and behold! the light was climbing the hill, reaching out a hand and smiling with love.
Estel! Hope rose in her breast as hand touched hand, fingers entwining in fingers and, while her body lay in the dark grasses of Cerin Amroth, Arwen rose to embrace her light, her love, her Estel.
Re: Not as depressing as it sounds
Date: 2012-12-26 04:54 pm (UTC)Re: Not as depressing as it sounds
Date: 2012-12-26 10:55 pm (UTC)Re: Not as depressing as it sounds
Date: 2012-12-27 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-27 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-27 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-27 09:05 am (UTC)I hope you don't mind but I've added you as a friend, as I am a fan of Aragorn...aaah there's none like him!! and I love your quotes too. My kind of thinking. Bless you.
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Date: 2012-12-27 02:11 pm (UTC)