Rage Against Light's Dying
Disclaimers: Middle-earth and all its inhabitants belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate. The title is derived from a poem by Dylan Thomas.
Rating: PG.
Summary: When light fails; when hope is ended … Gil-galad drabble.
Feedback: Yes please.
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So it has come upon me, the doom I have long foreseen.
So this is death, and perhaps not only for me but for all I hold dear.
Forgive me Elrond, my son. I have failed you. I was foolhardy, and now all is ruined.
Will you take up my crown, if there is a crown to take up at this day's ending? I pray you will, for you will make a better king than I.
But all is fading, fading…
Do not weep, faeg hên, for there are great deeds yet to be done if all we have made is to endure.
Namarie.
And all is dark.
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faeg hên – poor child.
Namarie – farewell.