Title: Behind Blue eyes
disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the rings
The cool metal and crystal of the Evenstar presses into my hand now and I have the urge to drop it.
Whats so wrong with that? To let the small pendant slid from my palm and into the river nver to grace my presence again.
Why do I still hold this damned pendant? Why can't I let it fall?
Because. I tell myself. It was his. He wore it upon his neck. And held it in his heart.
Yet I still wish to drop it let it splash down into the river. Where Aragorn now lies.
Even now I cant drop it and I clench it into my hand.
"Get the wounded on horses. Leve the dead." King Theoden says and my whole body stiffen.
I cant leave him alone and cold.
I hear a voice laughing at me saying he feels nothing now not the cold not the warmth.
Now he is just a rotting corpse or at least he will be.
I slid the Evenstar into my pocket and whisper three words I never told anyone. Amin mela lle
Unknown POV
Anyone who watched the blonde elf would see that he was grieving but if they did not know him they would think for his friend.
Not a love.
But a friend.
Life has delt the blonde elf a cruel hand but I will give him this. Because the pain behind blue eyes is too deep.
The cool metal and crystal of the Evenstar presses into my hand now and I have the urge to drop it.
Whats so wrong with that? To let the small pendant slid from my palm and into the river nver to grace my presence again.
Why do I still hold this damned pendant? Why can't I let it fall?
Because. I tell myself. It was his. He wore it upon his neck. And held it in his heart.
Yet I still wish to drop it let it splash down into the river. Where Aragorn now lies.
Even now I cant drop it and I clench it into my hand.
"Get the wounded on horses. Leve the dead." King Theoden says and my whole body stiffen.
I cant leave him alone and cold.
I hear a voice laughing at me saying he feels nothing now not the cold not the warmth.
Now he is just a rotting corpse or at least he will be.
I slid the Evenstar into my pocket and whisper three words I never told anyone. Amin mela lle
Unknown POV
Anyone who watched the blonde elf would see that he was grieving but if they did not know him they would think for his friend.
Not a love.
But a friend.
Life has delt the blonde elf a cruel hand but I will give him this. Because the pain behind blue eyes is too deep.