Disclaimer: Actually, these characters *are* all mine. So sue me. (j/k)
This is my first fic, so pleeeeez be nice. Read and review pleeez. More coming if you do... The title will eventually explain itself.
Dedicated to *my* Crick-elf.
And then there was one.
I travelled far and wide after my adventure with the fellowship. Gimli, son of Gloin, and myself have seen the many wonders of this Middle-earth, but none of them could quell this longing in my heart. It was true, what the Lady Galadriel had prophesised: I was no longer at home underneath the leafy boughs of Eryn Lasgalen*, nor in the fair glades of Lothlorien. Always pressing at the back of my mind was the memory of the sea. The cry of the gull on the shore, the echoing spray, the stinging scent of salt on the air, all of these cried to me.
"Gimli, son of Gloin," I said. My companion look startled at my use of his full name.
"Yes? What troubles you my friend?"
"We have travelled the length and breadth of this land. I have seen all the wonders Middle Earth has in store. I even found myself wondering at caves!" At this he gave a chuckle, remembering how I had swore adamantly not to delight in those caves as they were crafted by dwarves.
"Aye, that you did!"
"But, at long last, I feel our time has come to leave these shores," I sighed, "I heard some time back that the hobbit-children had passed into the west."
"Frodo may have, but I believe that Merry and Pippin lie with the King Elessar."
"Ai, I miss their kindness of spirit. They shall always be remembered." I paused for a while in sad memorial of these most jovial of hobbits. "I believe that finally, it is time for the fellowship to be reunited. We should go into the west, and join once again with Gandalf, Frodo and Sam - for he is too gone to the Grey Havens. I have designs to make a boat, just a simple boat, that will suffice to carry us to the Grey Havens."
"Us?" questioned the dwarf.
"Yes. You shall come with me, if you so desire, for I perceive that you too grow weary of this place."
"But, as I understood it, the Havens are just for the first-born and ringbearers…"
"That is not entirely true, friend. They are for anyone who seeks new horizons. Do you seek?"
"I still delight in this world but I will follow you, elf. I desire to see the Havens for myself, and to meet again with the Lady Galadriel…" I gave the dwarf a moment for memory of the fair lady that had changed his notion of elves.
"My heart is heavy. It is time," I said, a finality in my tone. For it was time and Middle earth was waning – I could feel it in the waters, in the trees, in the very air itself. The time of Men had come and we were as leaves blown in the wind never to rest. Gimli just nodded. He understood my restlessness, even if he did not share it. "If you wish it we can go to the shores of Aqualonde, where so many of my kin were slain," I said gravely "Although it still instils a sense of mourning in me, I would go there to build our craft. They were the finest ship-builders at the time, and none since have surpassed their skill."
"Let us go then, friend for time draws on, and the day grows long. Let us retire and Make all haste in the morning."
*Mirkwood after the evil was banished.
This is my first fic, so pleeeeez be nice. Read and review pleeez. More coming if you do... The title will eventually explain itself.
Dedicated to *my* Crick-elf.
And then there was one.
I travelled far and wide after my adventure with the fellowship. Gimli, son of Gloin, and myself have seen the many wonders of this Middle-earth, but none of them could quell this longing in my heart. It was true, what the Lady Galadriel had prophesised: I was no longer at home underneath the leafy boughs of Eryn Lasgalen*, nor in the fair glades of Lothlorien. Always pressing at the back of my mind was the memory of the sea. The cry of the gull on the shore, the echoing spray, the stinging scent of salt on the air, all of these cried to me.
"Gimli, son of Gloin," I said. My companion look startled at my use of his full name.
"Yes? What troubles you my friend?"
"We have travelled the length and breadth of this land. I have seen all the wonders Middle Earth has in store. I even found myself wondering at caves!" At this he gave a chuckle, remembering how I had swore adamantly not to delight in those caves as they were crafted by dwarves.
"Aye, that you did!"
"But, at long last, I feel our time has come to leave these shores," I sighed, "I heard some time back that the hobbit-children had passed into the west."
"Frodo may have, but I believe that Merry and Pippin lie with the King Elessar."
"Ai, I miss their kindness of spirit. They shall always be remembered." I paused for a while in sad memorial of these most jovial of hobbits. "I believe that finally, it is time for the fellowship to be reunited. We should go into the west, and join once again with Gandalf, Frodo and Sam - for he is too gone to the Grey Havens. I have designs to make a boat, just a simple boat, that will suffice to carry us to the Grey Havens."
"Us?" questioned the dwarf.
"Yes. You shall come with me, if you so desire, for I perceive that you too grow weary of this place."
"But, as I understood it, the Havens are just for the first-born and ringbearers…"
"That is not entirely true, friend. They are for anyone who seeks new horizons. Do you seek?"
"I still delight in this world but I will follow you, elf. I desire to see the Havens for myself, and to meet again with the Lady Galadriel…" I gave the dwarf a moment for memory of the fair lady that had changed his notion of elves.
"My heart is heavy. It is time," I said, a finality in my tone. For it was time and Middle earth was waning – I could feel it in the waters, in the trees, in the very air itself. The time of Men had come and we were as leaves blown in the wind never to rest. Gimli just nodded. He understood my restlessness, even if he did not share it. "If you wish it we can go to the shores of Aqualonde, where so many of my kin were slain," I said gravely "Although it still instils a sense of mourning in me, I would go there to build our craft. They were the finest ship-builders at the time, and none since have surpassed their skill."
"Let us go then, friend for time draws on, and the day grows long. Let us retire and Make all haste in the morning."
*Mirkwood after the evil was banished.