Friendship Undying
Summary: Loyalties will be tested,
Realms will fall.
A bond will form,
Unbreakable to all.
Two will unite,
A bright friendship, undying.
The dawn will bring war,
To battle the darkness rising.
Disclaimer: take a wild guess.
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Elrond's palace was quiet as twilight fell upon the earth. The ending of the day seemed to have a calming effect on the realm. In the lord's house, Elladan moved through the halls briskly, yet not hurriedly. When the elder twin found the door he wanted, he stopped and knocked.
There was no answer.
Again he knocked, this time somewhat louder, and was rewarded with a soft "Come in." Opening the door, Elladan head to let his eyes adjust to the dim light in the room. When he was able to see, he looked toward the figure standing by the door leading to the balcony, silhouetted against the fiery sunset.
"Estel," he said gently, as though talking to a child, "Estel it is time for dinner. Will you not come and dine with us?" The figure at the window shook his head, clearly saying he wasn't hungry. Elladan sighed in frustration and helplessness.
"Please Estel, you must eat! If you continue on like this you will starve!" The figure didn't move. Elladan sighed again. "Will you eat later?" The only answer was a shrug. Finally giving up, Elladan left, leaving the human to his musings.
It was odd to see a human in Rivendell, but this was no ordinary human. He Aragorn, son of Arathorn, christened Estel by the elves who adopted him. He was the future King of Gondor, though now he was a mere Ranger from the North.
Estel looked over his shoulder at the closed door. Relaxing, he turned and walked to his bed. Taking off his boots, he lay down on his bed, took out a journal, and began to write.
In the mist,
A lone figure stands,
Clothed in shadow,
Bathed in moonlight.
His eyes reflect eons of memory,
Pain and joy,
Laughter and sorrow,
Love and loss.
Unrelenting waves of emotion,
Destined to last for eternity.
The eyes are haunted,
Too much has been seen.
Innocence is shattered,
And only shell remains.
Aragorn paused in his writing, thinking about his pain. A pain which could only be expressed in poetry. The loss of his birth family still plagued his dreams. Though he loved his adoptive family immensely, he could not help but feel like an outsider among the elves outside of Rivendell. Heaving an sigh, he put the book away and blew out his candle, throwing the room into darkness.
Tomorrow would be another day to endure the suffering. Alone.
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A/N: the really bad poem belongs to me. do not copy and make fun of it without my permission. as many of you know this is the prequel to Friends Never Say Goodbye. Please r&r. to all my silent lurkers out there, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! even to just say "good" or "bad". say SOMETHING for Eru's sake!!
