Title: Er-Anann.
Author's Notes: * Crudely translated means; Alone one, for a long time. Don't you love how such a small word can mean so much?
As she was the Lady of these woods that grew to be our fostered home, I was Lord.
I have never been a warrior.
Celeborn the Wise, was I called. Not Celeborn the Brave.
It was not I that passed through Moria, fleeing my city that was left broken. It's blood spilled on the earth.
It was the golden haired exile from her people, with strength of will that once shined to me. It was she who went that way.
Battle breeds familiarity of a kind. Not love, alas.
And yet...still, it is said a ring bearer is always alone.
Author's Notes: * Crudely translated means; Alone one, for a long time. Don't you love how such a small word can mean so much?
As she was the Lady of these woods that grew to be our fostered home, I was Lord.
I have never been a warrior.
Celeborn the Wise, was I called. Not Celeborn the Brave.
It was not I that passed through Moria, fleeing my city that was left broken. It's blood spilled on the earth.
It was the golden haired exile from her people, with strength of will that once shined to me. It was she who went that way.
Battle breeds familiarity of a kind. Not love, alas.
And yet...still, it is said a ring bearer is always alone.