Could it work? would we be right in doing so? Is it love or lust that
drives us? Could we build our lives upon such a shaky foundation, in such
times? So many questions and no one here for me to ask them of, no one to
answer me.
"I fear it because we are different…"
"Hush melethron, I love it because we are one…"
Oh, how her hushed voice quells my fears, how it seems to stop my heart from beating, my very essence from being…
At times, when my world is nothing but the blood of others and the clashing of weapons and armor, the battle cries and screams of death and pain of my brothers, I feel her presence, next to me, steadying my hand, keeping insanity from my mind. But when my world is nothing but her, I am forced back to wondering.
"What are you thinking of?"
"Battles, how many will be lost…"
These thoughts are not her burden, they do not corrupt the beauty of her mind but they rot mine day by day and hunt me in my sleep. We are different people and I wonder…
"You were yelling…in your sleep…are you alright…?"
"Fine, return to sleep, my Lady."
How many times had I awoken from those shadows in my dreams to her comforting touch and forced her away? Told her to go back to her room, to sleep because I was fine when really I wanted to yell out to the world and tell her that I was afraid. Afraid of taking her down with me, afraid that, when my mind snapped, she, being bound to it, would snap with me. Afraid of breaking the one thing I still had left to take comfort in and love…
"Tell me of your family…"
"There is much to tell but I do not wish to say anything…"
Family, yet another division. The family that I have left lies in men and far distant relations. Galadriel is my kin but to far to be considered anything more than an ally. My mortal relations, though they still bear a painful resemblance to my brother, are those that are letting the realm of Gondor fall. My family is lost on middle earth.
But her family is still here, still loving her and caring for her…protecting her.
"Never mind father, he is merely-."
"Protecting his little girl…"
That is why her father has a hate for me beyond reason. I am a threat to her and he knows it. Not because I might be the first to lover her body but because, in loving her soul, I could corrupt her. He sees it clearly in my eyes, that I am close to failing and letting go from the place where my mind holds sway and allowing my spirit to consume me.
"Mind yourself, half-elven, your noble lineage does not spare you from the world's wrath."
I do not know if his harsh tone is better or worse than Galadriel's cold one.
"You are destined to be great, measured so among men and elves, do not allow that to be broken. Do not shy from her heart…"
But I know she is trying to protect me as well only…it has been so long since anyone sought to protect me and succeeded without they, themselves, being lost in the process. I remember his whispers to me in the night when I was younger, calming me.
"It's alright little one, you are safe, you are alright…."
"I am alone, Ereinion."
"Then let us be alone together."
His laughter was always contagious and it was hard to be sad around him, hard not to see the brighter parts of this dark world. I felt after his death that I would never find that again. I didn't need to, there she was. But I'm still afraid, that she will be lost just as he was and then what? Would it drive me to death? Perhaps…
"I'm a dangerous one to be around…"
"I'll take my chances…"
But she doesn't seem to care about what will come, only about what is now. She will run through the forests of her home dragging me along without care of what lies within them, only that I am there and she is with me. Again, we are different. I cannot seem to simply enjoy the fact that she is with me, there is always some pre-occupation.
"Come and walk with me."
"I cannot, battles need plans."
"They are acts of madness, let them play out as such." I smile as she does and allow myself to be led from my study in my own flet. I watch her go about her home land, a radiant silver star in the night and I'm reminded of my father's star, another pre-occupation.
"The mariner's star…do you seek it often?"
"Whenever I can, when it is visible through the clouds and the tree tops." There's that smile again…
"Come with me." She takes my hand and I am led through much forest to another flet. When our little journey ends, we are at the very top branch, and my father's star is clearly visible.
"Now, tell me of your family." I would say no once more but the feeling of calm that I receive when with her has come over me and should she ask me to jump from that branch, I would do so.
"Father went before I chose the immortal life, so very long ago…" I talk long into the night but she doesn't seem to mind and I find that she has curled up by my side when I am done…somehow, I am unable to keep my arm from slipping about her as I gaze up at the sky again.
Melethron-Male lover
Another little idea I had(be afraid). What if Elrond was afriad to marry Celebrian because he wasn't sure about himself…Crazy little idea but I wanna go with this. This will probably only be continued with the coming of reviews, so review please!
"I fear it because we are different…"
"Hush melethron, I love it because we are one…"
Oh, how her hushed voice quells my fears, how it seems to stop my heart from beating, my very essence from being…
At times, when my world is nothing but the blood of others and the clashing of weapons and armor, the battle cries and screams of death and pain of my brothers, I feel her presence, next to me, steadying my hand, keeping insanity from my mind. But when my world is nothing but her, I am forced back to wondering.
"What are you thinking of?"
"Battles, how many will be lost…"
These thoughts are not her burden, they do not corrupt the beauty of her mind but they rot mine day by day and hunt me in my sleep. We are different people and I wonder…
"You were yelling…in your sleep…are you alright…?"
"Fine, return to sleep, my Lady."
How many times had I awoken from those shadows in my dreams to her comforting touch and forced her away? Told her to go back to her room, to sleep because I was fine when really I wanted to yell out to the world and tell her that I was afraid. Afraid of taking her down with me, afraid that, when my mind snapped, she, being bound to it, would snap with me. Afraid of breaking the one thing I still had left to take comfort in and love…
"Tell me of your family…"
"There is much to tell but I do not wish to say anything…"
Family, yet another division. The family that I have left lies in men and far distant relations. Galadriel is my kin but to far to be considered anything more than an ally. My mortal relations, though they still bear a painful resemblance to my brother, are those that are letting the realm of Gondor fall. My family is lost on middle earth.
But her family is still here, still loving her and caring for her…protecting her.
"Never mind father, he is merely-."
"Protecting his little girl…"
That is why her father has a hate for me beyond reason. I am a threat to her and he knows it. Not because I might be the first to lover her body but because, in loving her soul, I could corrupt her. He sees it clearly in my eyes, that I am close to failing and letting go from the place where my mind holds sway and allowing my spirit to consume me.
"Mind yourself, half-elven, your noble lineage does not spare you from the world's wrath."
I do not know if his harsh tone is better or worse than Galadriel's cold one.
"You are destined to be great, measured so among men and elves, do not allow that to be broken. Do not shy from her heart…"
But I know she is trying to protect me as well only…it has been so long since anyone sought to protect me and succeeded without they, themselves, being lost in the process. I remember his whispers to me in the night when I was younger, calming me.
"It's alright little one, you are safe, you are alright…."
"I am alone, Ereinion."
"Then let us be alone together."
His laughter was always contagious and it was hard to be sad around him, hard not to see the brighter parts of this dark world. I felt after his death that I would never find that again. I didn't need to, there she was. But I'm still afraid, that she will be lost just as he was and then what? Would it drive me to death? Perhaps…
"I'm a dangerous one to be around…"
"I'll take my chances…"
But she doesn't seem to care about what will come, only about what is now. She will run through the forests of her home dragging me along without care of what lies within them, only that I am there and she is with me. Again, we are different. I cannot seem to simply enjoy the fact that she is with me, there is always some pre-occupation.
"Come and walk with me."
"I cannot, battles need plans."
"They are acts of madness, let them play out as such." I smile as she does and allow myself to be led from my study in my own flet. I watch her go about her home land, a radiant silver star in the night and I'm reminded of my father's star, another pre-occupation.
"The mariner's star…do you seek it often?"
"Whenever I can, when it is visible through the clouds and the tree tops." There's that smile again…
"Come with me." She takes my hand and I am led through much forest to another flet. When our little journey ends, we are at the very top branch, and my father's star is clearly visible.
"Now, tell me of your family." I would say no once more but the feeling of calm that I receive when with her has come over me and should she ask me to jump from that branch, I would do so.
"Father went before I chose the immortal life, so very long ago…" I talk long into the night but she doesn't seem to mind and I find that she has curled up by my side when I am done…somehow, I am unable to keep my arm from slipping about her as I gaze up at the sky again.
Melethron-Male lover
Another little idea I had(be afraid). What if Elrond was afriad to marry Celebrian because he wasn't sure about himself…Crazy little idea but I wanna go with this. This will probably only be continued with the coming of reviews, so review please!