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cairistiona) wrote2012-03-22 12:08 pm
cairistiona) wrote2012-03-22 12:08 pm
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B2MeM fic: He Is Not Here, But Far Away
B2MeM Challenge: B14, Roles and Names of Aragorn, "Telcontar"; Rangers of the North, "The Grey Company"
Format: Drabble
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: Box of tissues alert for themes of death and loss
Characters: Aragorn, Halbarad, The Grey Company
Pairings: None
Summary: In memoriam.
A/N: Title is taken from the poem “In Memoriam” by Alfred Lord Tennyson
He past; a soul of nobler tone:
My spirit loved and loves him yet. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "In Memoriam."
The surviving members of the Grey Company stood at solemn attention. King Elessar Telcontar let the bugler’s notes carry across the Pelennor, and when the last mournful echo faded, he stepped forward. He hesitated. He must show strength, not grief. Setting his jaw, he took a deep but careful breath. Then he pulled the shroud from the statue. He stood silently, looking long into the graven face. The sculptor had done well. He had captured the nobility and the bravery and somehow even the glint of humor that had dwelt ever in his kinsman’s eyes.
Halbarad would have loved it.
Format: Drabble
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: Box of tissues alert for themes of death and loss
Characters: Aragorn, Halbarad, The Grey Company
Pairings: None
Summary: In memoriam.
A/N: Title is taken from the poem “In Memoriam” by Alfred Lord Tennyson
He past; a soul of nobler tone:
My spirit loved and loves him yet. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "In Memoriam."
The surviving members of the Grey Company stood at solemn attention. King Elessar Telcontar let the bugler’s notes carry across the Pelennor, and when the last mournful echo faded, he stepped forward. He hesitated. He must show strength, not grief. Setting his jaw, he took a deep but careful breath. Then he pulled the shroud from the statue. He stood silently, looking long into the graven face. The sculptor had done well. He had captured the nobility and the bravery and somehow even the glint of humor that had dwelt ever in his kinsman’s eyes.
Halbarad would have loved it.