Title: Missing You
Author: CuteElfKai
Pairing: none
Rating: G
WARNING: Angst
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Tolkien owns Elrond not me
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Summary/Notes This was inspired by a Welsh folk song. The song (in English) is called 'Watching the White Wheat'. The bard Will Hopcyn wrote it in 1700. The song basically tells of his longing for a girl named Ann who is forced by her parents and her position, to marry a man she did not love. She pined for Will and died of a broken heart, he could only watch as she faded and died (this is a true story). Anyway the song has only one verse that was written in English and it was that verse which inspired the story.
I rose at dawns first waking light
And wandered midst the flowers
And longed that you were by my side
In that mornings early hours
To take your hand and walk awhile
And watch the new day dawning
And kiss you gently on your cheek
As dew fresh kissed the morning.
(Watching the White Wheat by Will Hopcyn,)
Elrond got up as the darkness was beginning to fade, as he had done every year on this day for 100 years. A faint rosy glow told him that dawn and the new day would soon be here. He pulled on a simple pair of leggings and tunic; he put on a heavier robe and slippers, as it would still be chilly outside. But he left his hair loose, the way she liked it.
Silently he left his rooms and made his way to the gardens. To her garden. At the gate he stopped, the sky was lighter now, the reds turning to softer pinks as the sun rose higher in the sky. Pushing open the gate he inhaled the scent of the flowers, this had been her favourite garden of all in Imladris. Slowly he walked around the flowerbeds stopping here and there to smell the fragrance that was rising from the flowers even at this early time of the day. He stood in front of the rose bush; it's heady scent stronger than those around it, her favourite flower, he reached out to touch it, it's petals soft in his hand but his heart was heavy.
Sighing he turned away from the rose and walked on. As he walked he thought of times gone by, happier times in this garden. Hand in hand they had walked and laughed and loved here. He came to the bench where they had kissed, sitting down, he watched as the sky lightened even further, it promised to be a fine warm day. He looked down at his feet, they were damp from the dew on the grass. He sighed. He missed her so. He could feel the tears that had been forming in his eyes begin to slide silently down his cheeks. "Celebrian.. my love.." he whispered.
Summary/Notes This was inspired by a Welsh folk song. The song (in English) is called 'Watching the White Wheat'. The bard Will Hopcyn wrote it in 1700. The song basically tells of his longing for a girl named Ann who is forced by her parents and her position, to marry a man she did not love. She pined for Will and died of a broken heart, he could only watch as she faded and died (this is a true story). Anyway the song has only one verse that was written in English and it was that verse which inspired the story.
I rose at dawns first waking light
And wandered midst the flowers
And longed that you were by my side
In that mornings early hours
To take your hand and walk awhile
And watch the new day dawning
And kiss you gently on your cheek
As dew fresh kissed the morning.
(Watching the White Wheat by Will Hopcyn,)
Elrond got up as the darkness was beginning to fade, as he had done every year on this day for 100 years. A faint rosy glow told him that dawn and the new day would soon be here. He pulled on a simple pair of leggings and tunic; he put on a heavier robe and slippers, as it would still be chilly outside. But he left his hair loose, the way she liked it.
Silently he left his rooms and made his way to the gardens. To her garden. At the gate he stopped, the sky was lighter now, the reds turning to softer pinks as the sun rose higher in the sky. Pushing open the gate he inhaled the scent of the flowers, this had been her favourite garden of all in Imladris. Slowly he walked around the flowerbeds stopping here and there to smell the fragrance that was rising from the flowers even at this early time of the day. He stood in front of the rose bush; it's heady scent stronger than those around it, her favourite flower, he reached out to touch it, it's petals soft in his hand but his heart was heavy.
Sighing he turned away from the rose and walked on. As he walked he thought of times gone by, happier times in this garden. Hand in hand they had walked and laughed and loved here. He came to the bench where they had kissed, sitting down, he watched as the sky lightened even further, it promised to be a fine warm day. He looked down at his feet, they were damp from the dew on the grass. He sighed. He missed her so. He could feel the tears that had been forming in his eyes begin to slide silently down his cheeks. "Celebrian.. my love.." he whispered.