It was now or never. She felt the wind whip around her and through her long black tresses. The moonlight glinted off of her ice blue amulet, temporarily catching her off guard. She first looked up and thanked her Goddess for allowing a servant to live well on Her mortal plane. She captured each star and held them firmly in place, as if to etch this moment in the firmness of her weary mind. Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to allow them to fall.
She had endured so much, yet so little, in the amount of time on this planet, and now she was taking it all back. She wasn't patient enough to fly to the Grey Havens, but longed for a swifter way to meet her ancestors.
This being stood regally in the moonlight for a moment longer before finally realizing it was her time. She heard footsteps in a distance and the voices of her companions and love, but nothing could change her mind now. She looked down and smiled at the 1200 foot drop in front of her. Wind was her element, she'd be damned if she died by water.
She turned away from her death trap, for she preferred to see the sky as she fell, and noted with some morbid joy that one male voice was more desperate, more detirmined, more full of doubt to find her than the other five voices that rang clear in the night air. She heaved an airy sigh and reached out her arms. They would be reaching her soon. She gave a final look to the stars above her and knew one would be erased from the heavens forever.
It happened all in one moment. A glimpse of gold there, in the trees . . . he had found her, and was running to her at an amazing speed. He was too late.
Just as he reached his hand out to catch her by the waist, the black haired maiden had leaned back enough to go into a free fall. He didn't shout, or drop to his knees in tortured anguish, instead, he did something that not even she expected.
He dove after her. In a second's time he reached out for her and grasped her tightly to his chest. She finally let her tears fall, but these were not tears of sorrow and lamentation, nay, these were tears of one who discovered that true love did in fact exist.
For one final and fleeting moment the two elven lovers Larathien and Legolas experienced pure happiness, with the stars smiling upon them, and the earth swelling to greet and welcome them into her abode.
'Tyel-milda, ten ante meles karne sapsa oira manar. . . 'she whispered before letting Mother Earth embrace her.
'Cease loving, for I have made an eternal fate. . . . '
METTA (end)
A/N: Never listen to Requiem of a Dream at three in the morning. o_o
She had endured so much, yet so little, in the amount of time on this planet, and now she was taking it all back. She wasn't patient enough to fly to the Grey Havens, but longed for a swifter way to meet her ancestors.
This being stood regally in the moonlight for a moment longer before finally realizing it was her time. She heard footsteps in a distance and the voices of her companions and love, but nothing could change her mind now. She looked down and smiled at the 1200 foot drop in front of her. Wind was her element, she'd be damned if she died by water.
She turned away from her death trap, for she preferred to see the sky as she fell, and noted with some morbid joy that one male voice was more desperate, more detirmined, more full of doubt to find her than the other five voices that rang clear in the night air. She heaved an airy sigh and reached out her arms. They would be reaching her soon. She gave a final look to the stars above her and knew one would be erased from the heavens forever.
It happened all in one moment. A glimpse of gold there, in the trees . . . he had found her, and was running to her at an amazing speed. He was too late.
Just as he reached his hand out to catch her by the waist, the black haired maiden had leaned back enough to go into a free fall. He didn't shout, or drop to his knees in tortured anguish, instead, he did something that not even she expected.
He dove after her. In a second's time he reached out for her and grasped her tightly to his chest. She finally let her tears fall, but these were not tears of sorrow and lamentation, nay, these were tears of one who discovered that true love did in fact exist.
For one final and fleeting moment the two elven lovers Larathien and Legolas experienced pure happiness, with the stars smiling upon them, and the earth swelling to greet and welcome them into her abode.
'Tyel-milda, ten ante meles karne sapsa oira manar. . . 'she whispered before letting Mother Earth embrace her.
'Cease loving, for I have made an eternal fate. . . . '
METTA (end)
A/N: Never listen to Requiem of a Dream at three in the morning. o_o