One Touch
.
A simple thing,
a fleeting touch of fingers hardly felt,
yet able to convey
such words as we could never find the
nerve to speak.
Enmeshed within the confines
of our strictly portioned lives
this moment
holds us in eternity.
...
Then life comes rushing back
and with it
realisation of a love
we can not hope to share.
A bond we dare not
ever hope to make.
For in the larger picture
of this world we
would see healed
and whole again.
Our lives do not
belong to us alone.
...
A simple thing
a touch.
A moment that must pass,
yet will remain
indelibly inked upon our
aching hearts for us alone to see.
As once more separation calls
and life resumes its
normal, hurried flow.
A/N
So, I was watching TTT over again the other night and although I have never shipped Legolas and Aragorn I found myself watching their scene when Aragorn returns from the dead and Legolas hands over Arwens jewel through new eyes and I suddenly realised where the shippers are coming from. This poem is the result of that and my take on what could have been.
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