Prompts: 'Stars' and 'Siblings'
Sometimes, I feel like I can still hear and see them; my family. They live on in the land around me even if it is land that they never dreamed of. There are so many things that are different now, but one thing has not changed and remains unyielding. Gil-Estel. Or Venus, as the mortals call him today. They think that they have discovered the secret that is the morning and evening star. For once, I cannot help but scoff at their foolishness. They have not even begun to scratch the surface.
I find it funny that the one constant thing in my life - that I can always count on - is also the thing that brings me terrible emotional pain. The star was a beacon of hope once, but now it brings me only sorrow. The Silmaril dangling in the sky mocks me; a treasure always just out of my reach.
Yet I am content to let it remain that way. It only ever brought suffering and death; happiness and joy alone it never brought, for lust and greed always tagged along wherever the Silmarilli went. They stole away my family from me, even my last brother, who I thought would surely hold on until the end. I was wrong. And now I am well and truly condemned to be alone forever; without my brothers - any of them -at my side. And all because of three stupid jewels, one of which is now my only connection to my old life. And I'm not so sure I want to have it. In any form.