Title: Two Fathers, One Son
Author: Calenlass Greenleaf
Disclaimer: Arathorn II, Aragorn II, and Elrond Peredhel belong to John Ronald Reuel Tolkien. I, Calenlass Greenleaf, own nothing except the words of this poem.
Spoilers: Spoilers for the Lord of the Rings.
Genre: Angst/Poetry
Archived at: FF-Net, Stories of Arda, Naice A Nilme, and Lord of the Rings Fanfiction. (In case you ever need to find me anywhere else besides FF-Net.)
Summary. Prose poem. Aragorn honors his two fathers. Written for Father's Day. NO slash or any adult themes. Translations provided at the end.
A/N: Someday I plan to write stories on (1) Arathorn's death, (2) Aragorn/Estel's coming to Rivendell, and (3) the farewell of Aragorn and Elrond. Just not yet…
Two Fathers, One Son
Two fathers,
One son.
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One child,
Two guardians.
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Two protectors,
One life.
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To Arathorn:
I can vaguely remember you, my father—
Your hands were gentle as they held me,
When they first taught me to grasp a sword handle,
When they first showed me the wonders of nature.
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I recall the first time you showed me a sunrise,
The look of wonder on my face,
The laughter in your eyes when I asked you who painted the sky,
The joy we had in the simplest pleasures.
The love that you always had for me.
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I remember that fateful day when you fell,
An arrow pierced through your eye.
I remember your last words,
"I love you, my son,
Never forget me,
Or who you are."
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Those words were forever etched in my mind.
Though I may have forgotten your face,
And even the sound of your voice,
I shall never forget your bravery,
Your legacy,
Your last words to me.
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Though you were not here to see me mature,
To see me become an adult,
To see me become king,
I carry in my heart the faith that you loved me to the end.
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Father, I love you.
Thank you.
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To Elrond:
I remember the day you took me into your home,
When I became your son,
When you called me "Estel,"
When I became known to the world as "hope."
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As I grew older,
You gave me your knowledge,
And taught me wisdom.
You gave me your love,
And taught me compassion.
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When we said our last farewells in Minas Tirith,
I told you that no man could have a better father,
A better teacher.
Your words to me were not that of an elven lord,
But that of a father's.
You told me that I grown to become who I was born to be.
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As the years went by,
You have not been forgotten.
My children enjoying hearing about you,
About our adventures when I was a child.
How can I possible forget you?
You will always be in my memory.
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Though you were not here to see my children,
To watch them grow,
Though I can no longer turn to you for advice,
I carry in my heart the faith that you will always love me.
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Adar, le melon.
Le hannon.
—Aragorn
The End
Translations:
Adar – Father
Le melon – I love you
Le hannon – thank you