Okay, so this is my second story. I'm on a Lord of the Rings kick right now, and a bunch of ideas for a drabble series hit me last night. The styles of each drabble will be different, but each will be about a character's reaction to a specific moment in The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, or The Lord of the Rings. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I'm a sixteen-year-old girl. You do the math.
'Ai! Ai!' wailed Legolas. 'A Balrog! A Balrog is come!'… But if Legolas was with the Company, he would not interpret the songs for them, saying that he had not the skill, and that for him the grief was still too near, a matter for tears and not for song.
Ai, Mithrandir! How can you be gone? I have known you since my birth, nearly two thousand years ago. How could you have fallen? Never again shall you sit in my father's library, smoking your foul weed and reading. Ai, Olórin, never again shall you wander across Middle-earth, the land you so love. The land you so loved. No longer. The Halls of Mandos now house another soul, one who is surely missed and greatly needed.
The time for grieving is not yet come. First I must help Estel lead the Company to Lothlórien. I will truly grieve for you, Mithrandir, once we rest under the mallorn trees. Namarië, mellon-nín.
Both quotes are from the Fellowship of the Ring. The first is from Chapter V: The Bridge of Khazad-dûm, p. 321 and the other is from Chapter VII: The Mirror of Galadriel, p. 350.
For those who don't know, Mithrandir is the Elves' name for Gandalf and Olórin is his name in Valinor. The Halls of Mandos are where Elves go when they die. Estel is what Aragorn was called when he was young. It means hope. Namarië means farewell in Quenya and mellon-nín means my friend in Sindarin.
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