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hadriel2017-12-14 01:32 am
bythewaves) wrote in hadriel2017-12-14 01:32 am
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[ It's early morning, just past false dawn, the light filtering though the mists of the hot springs and casting the whole place into a dreamy golden light, even as the sky above starts to brighten from indigo through to blue.
A voice winds through the mist, sweet and low, so much a part of the view that it might not even be recognised as a voice, at first.
Grief, it sings, Sorrow and loss, low and mourning the souls of those who fell. But also Hope, it sings, New beginnings.
It catches at the hearts of those who listen, it is tears in the night, it is the empty space someone beloved once filled.
It is alright to weep, it says. But see! The night is over.
It is a warm hug, the hand on the shoulder, the support of friends and family, the strength to carry on. ]
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
[ Maglor is sitting by the edge of one of the pools, as the sun burns off the mist ]
A voice winds through the mist, sweet and low, so much a part of the view that it might not even be recognised as a voice, at first.
Grief, it sings, Sorrow and loss, low and mourning the souls of those who fell. But also Hope, it sings, New beginnings.
It catches at the hearts of those who listen, it is tears in the night, it is the empty space someone beloved once filled.
It is alright to weep, it says. But see! The night is over.
It is a warm hug, the hand on the shoulder, the support of friends and family, the strength to carry on. ]
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
[ Maglor is sitting by the edge of one of the pools, as the sun burns off the mist ]