That's right.
Absolutely NONE of it.
Depressing.
So don't sue me.
Please. *grin*
A/N: This fic is a stand alone, which brings us all to my first complete fanfic. *cheers* To all those who read my other works, I deeply, deeply appologise for the amount of time I place between updating fics... It's just school, you know. I don't want anyone going around with the idea that I have a life. Oh, no. No indeed. I do not. It ran away. In heinsight, this is possibly a good thing, due to the terrible looming figure of my exams before me. If it hadn't ran away, I could well be off galavanting through the city singing Monty Python songs.
In short, please forgive me! ^_^;;
Oh, and while we're here, this short fic is written in [my rendition of] Legolas' point of veiw... and so, without further ado...
I have long feared that time would take my friends from me... and force me to watch.
My fear is realized, and so, now I travel on to Valinor, my dear friend Gimili walking at my side.
Last of my friends left walking on the soil of Middle-Earth. Far too many friends now lie beneath it, in an eternal slumber I almost yearn for.
The noble King Ellassar, felled by no sword, had fallen to a weapon no foe could ever wield - time. He lies now with the kings of old, and even now is fading into the distant memories of his people.
The little hobbits, Merry and Pippin, so alive, I failed to remember that they, too, were mortal as the leaves of trees in autumn.*
The fate of the Lady Arwen, Queen of Gondor, escapes my knowledge, though now, ultimately, hers is the same fate as her husbands.
Even now, as I go to the sea, and to my own fate, I realize that through all my long years, the mortals whom I have come to call friend were dearer than any immortal ones.
The ones that I had been hesitant to gain, purely because they were mortal.
As I look down to Gimili as he speaks once more f the glittering caves and of the beauty of the Lady Galadriel, I realized with a shock that even now the beard of my friend was tinged with grey. His step was slower than it once was....So time endeavored to take this friend from me too.
But the sea lies before me now, soft waters lapping the sands...
And I open my arms to my fate.
* To any of you who don't know (just in case) Autumn is fall, more or less. (I think) I'm accustomed to using the word autumn, and I prefer it to 'fall'.
A/N (again): My, that was melancholy, wasn't it? I think I was in a 'woe is me, down with the world' mood when I wrote it...
And, btw, I don't want my reference to Legolas' being hesitant to gain mortal friends to be taken the wrong way - I included it, meaning that he was afraid of losing them. Also, I got the impression that Dwarves, while not immortal, live a fair while longer than humans and hobbits, so... yeah....
So. What do you think?
Questions?
Comments?
Flames? (I hope not)
Anyway… Please Review!^_^
Oh, and I realize now that someone has probably used this plot before, and, If so, I apologize vehemently. (Isn't that just the COOLEST word? ^^) Oh, and this fic, in it's short-ness, was intended as a stand-alone.. So, yeah..
Oh, and as a kind of "passing statement/query" I shall say: Have you read the LOTR books? If you haven't, read them now.
By the by, I appologise if I spelt Ellassar wrong. I can't find my copy of ROTK, and I think that looks right, but, you never know, so it's better to be safe than sorry, as they say.