Bingo #: B9
Prompt: title and/or lines from a favourite non-Tolkien poem
"...but I, being poor, have only dreams.
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
tread softly, for you tread on my dreams."
-Yeats, "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven"You dance with him. It used to be me, your partner, your companion, the harmony to the flawless melody that your very presence creates of its own accord- a harmony hardly comparable to its grace, but an integral part of it.
There were only you and I, the princess and the bard, a pair of performers known throughout the Hidden Kingdom for our skill, me and you, us. And I dreamed; oh, how I dreamed!
I love you, and I will never cease to do so, should the stars fall, should these woods be ruined, should you wed this mortal and have by him a thousand children bearing your radiant eyes in his coarse face, should the grief of my unrequited passion overwhelm me at last and I pass from this life. Even in the keeping of Námo I will illuminate his dreary halls with songs that declare your beautiful name.
But you do not see it, that here, all along, in him you called brother and friend, was the love you now so apparently seek in this lowly /adan/. With each step in the dance you teach him, you unknowingly crush my dreams beneath your fair feet. With each note you sing to him, you unwittingly curse my name and all we might have had together- /might/ have.
Oh, Lúthien, I hope, I pray, I dream that you might be mine.