Disclaimer: LOTR and all its characters belongs to JRR Tolkien. I took them to spoil my muses and I gain no profit save the chance to express myself. Forever Yours belongs to Nightwish was re-written without permission.... this is my first attempt to write LOTR fic.
Forever Yours
Fare thee well, little broken heart
Downcast eyes, lifetime loneliness
Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone
Constant longing for the perfect soul
Unwashed scenery forever gone
No love left in me
No eyes to see the heaven beside me
My time is yet to come
So I'll be forever yours
Thousands of years have past since the day I was born. And more than two hundred of years have passed since you were born. But yet already life taken its toll on you and put you to rest for eternity.
I traced your face. I traced your lips. I traced your brows. I traced your now grayish hair.
I thought I saw you smiled, but instead you kept on sleeping.
It's not that I did not understand the doom that I have chosen on the fair hill of Cerin Amroth. It's not that I regret choosing you from immortality and the twilight of the west. I only grieve for your time must pass so early as the first moon. I only grieve that I cannot share you my share of years.
I looked at your peaceful face one more time and a line of memories came into my eyes. I remember the first time we met under the birches of Imladris and you called upon me, mistaken me for the fair Luthien, "Tinúviel! Tinúviel!"
And there I saw the man who would bring me to my doom. A very young person, who had still only little of wisdom on his eyes. But yet I also saw what you might be – the person you were just before you went into your peaceful rest.
A high king of Gondor and Anarion. A lord of Men. My lord.
And I remembered the time we betrothed in the fair Lorien. I never realized a man could really change so much in a very short period of years. Already so much wisdom you had in your eyes although only several seasons seemed to pass my eyes according to my life span. And I saw not only a king of Men for you stood in the likeness of the Lords of the West. So tall and noble and I knew then that I would live a glimpse of time with you rather than to live for eternity in loneliness. And I would only face the doom of men with you.
So I lay myself under the boughs of elanor and niphredil; watching the first leave to fall when the autumn came, in the land of my mother, the fair Lothlorien. I closed my eyes and tried to cross the elven dreams, as I wait for the gate of Mandos, here beneath the fallen green leaves of the fair Lothlorien. Here I would dwell until my body withered and came at last into the holds of the great Arda.