It Passes Me By
By Peachblossom Luver
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it!
A/n: I don't know where the hell this came from, but this morbid lovely demanded it be written. I also got a lot of poems out of this theme.....anyway PLEASE REVIEW!!
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They say time waits for no man, and it is true. But they fail to mention the same point of view from an elf.
We have millennium to wait and sit through, watching as the world we live in morphs and changes seemingly before our eyes.
I remember before the One Ring came about, where it was still lost in myth, if not completely from our minds. Oh how things change so quickly.
I was young, considering my people's age when I joined the Fellowship, not fully expecting the impact that decision would have upon my life. I have made many friends, some as close as brothers, and have watched as Time wears away on them, but passes my by, not leaving a mark upon my features.
Kings I saw coroneted have grown old and died, their children now raising those of their own.
My friends from the Fellowship, while slightly longer lived than normal men, have all but passed.
Gimli has grown old, the fierce red of his beard now turned to a creamy grey, and wrinkles line his weathered face.
My brother-in-arms, Aragorn, King of Gondor, lays on his deathbed, his wife, once immortal now has few days left.
I do not understand this concept. How could Time cause such drastic changes? How can it decide that someone's period in life is over? What happens? Why does it pass so quickly, and so dramatically?
Time. It is so simple, but yet so complex.
Death. Yet another word that I cannot comprehend. My kind is immune to the tug of Time and the peace of Death. Yes, peace.
When one wearies of the world, our kind will go across the sea, to a land that is said to be perfect.
But what is it to cease living? To go somewhere where it is the end. Final, no other way. Not to have to worry about what will happen to you, or what Time has in store for you next, no worries about the Earthy pressures we have to endure.
My mother always told me that Death and Time were like two lovers walking hand in hand, and they were the Mortals' gift.
Many mortals wish for immortality, but have they never considered the flip side? What of the Elves, who sometimes crave for it all to end? What of those of us who have to see their friends pulled under by Time's currents? What about those who witness Death, but never grasp the true meaning?
No, I do not always understand it, but I wish I did. What are we to do with all this Time?
In a sense, our Time is up, and the Elves shall move on. But will the mortals remember? Which their short lives, Death claims them, and memories fade.
Will Time and Death remember? Or will it fade away, like winter into spring?
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PLEASE REVIEW!! Thank you to all readers!
By Peachblossom Luver
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it!
A/n: I don't know where the hell this came from, but this morbid lovely demanded it be written. I also got a lot of poems out of this theme.....anyway PLEASE REVIEW!!
~*~
They say time waits for no man, and it is true. But they fail to mention the same point of view from an elf.
We have millennium to wait and sit through, watching as the world we live in morphs and changes seemingly before our eyes.
I remember before the One Ring came about, where it was still lost in myth, if not completely from our minds. Oh how things change so quickly.
I was young, considering my people's age when I joined the Fellowship, not fully expecting the impact that decision would have upon my life. I have made many friends, some as close as brothers, and have watched as Time wears away on them, but passes my by, not leaving a mark upon my features.
Kings I saw coroneted have grown old and died, their children now raising those of their own.
My friends from the Fellowship, while slightly longer lived than normal men, have all but passed.
Gimli has grown old, the fierce red of his beard now turned to a creamy grey, and wrinkles line his weathered face.
My brother-in-arms, Aragorn, King of Gondor, lays on his deathbed, his wife, once immortal now has few days left.
I do not understand this concept. How could Time cause such drastic changes? How can it decide that someone's period in life is over? What happens? Why does it pass so quickly, and so dramatically?
Time. It is so simple, but yet so complex.
Death. Yet another word that I cannot comprehend. My kind is immune to the tug of Time and the peace of Death. Yes, peace.
When one wearies of the world, our kind will go across the sea, to a land that is said to be perfect.
But what is it to cease living? To go somewhere where it is the end. Final, no other way. Not to have to worry about what will happen to you, or what Time has in store for you next, no worries about the Earthy pressures we have to endure.
My mother always told me that Death and Time were like two lovers walking hand in hand, and they were the Mortals' gift.
Many mortals wish for immortality, but have they never considered the flip side? What of the Elves, who sometimes crave for it all to end? What of those of us who have to see their friends pulled under by Time's currents? What about those who witness Death, but never grasp the true meaning?
No, I do not always understand it, but I wish I did. What are we to do with all this Time?
In a sense, our Time is up, and the Elves shall move on. But will the mortals remember? Which their short lives, Death claims them, and memories fade.
Will Time and Death remember? Or will it fade away, like winter into spring?
~*~
PLEASE REVIEW!! Thank you to all readers!