Turn From The Twilight
To cleave to you...
The thought weighs heavily on my
mind as I gaze out at the west horizon, sunk sinking below it,
splashing this fair land with dusty, although somehow vibrant
colour. Yet, it mourns and aches with me.
My heart, heavy with indecision,
so much so that I feel the searing tears build up in my eyes, and
blink them away hurriedly. The last thing you need now is to know
of my grief, and how much this decision weighs on my soul.
To turn from my people...my
Elves, to leave Rivendell forever and never see my Lorien again.
To leave this Twilight, this laughter and light, sparkling over
the treetops. The gentleness in the air and the warmth that
surrounds me.
To leave my friends, my
brothers, the ones with whom I had grown with, spreading my
wings, ready to fly. I did wish to fly! To take to the air like
the butterflies that fly through the Golden Wood in the endless
summers and springs that flew by when I stayed. I remember how
the sweet-scented breezes swept through my hair and kissed my
face. I remember the nights, sparkling stars and the moon, heavy
and full, shimmering down onto the earth from the velvet black
sky. The days, golden sunlight...beauty that never failed to
amaze me, even after so many years.
My father...so stern,
commanding, and yet, beyond him and what I saw, a heart that
beats like mine. A heart that grieved when my Mother left for
Valinor. A single tear, meant to be hidden away from sight,
still, I saw it. He who guided me, who held me close, who smiled
upon me, no matter what I did. I love him dearly...
To go with you, Dunedan, is to
face the doom of mortal men. It strikes fear into my heart, makes
me tremble, makes my throat tighten and terror overtake me. For
the first time I feel what a mortal must fear when thinking about
the inevitable ending, their ultimate reality. This fear is
blinding.
How can I leave my life and face
this all? How can I leave them all...for a mere feeling? An
emotion, the most foolish one of them all?
Then I look at your face.
Aragorn. Ranger, wanderer. Many names, so many titles. Yet there
is one name which no-one has bestowed upon you -- Theif. Theif of
my heart, keeper of my soul. Your eyes, candid and searching,
penetrate my spirit, which I once thought was guarded beyond
simple glances. You make me feel naked underneath your gaze, as
if my very mind is exposed, and all the questions and doubts are
becoming your own. Your smile, gentle, hesitant...something that
so few have seen...yet it moistens my dry throat and obliterates
my worries. In your embrace, time stills and all is calm.
I love you...I cannot turn from
you, lest risk losing a part of my very self. You, beside me, for
as long as you live...a dream? A dream of love, within my grasp.
It would be foolish to let it go. But the Twilight, my life, my
father, sparkling before my eyes, even as the held-back tears
blur my sight. I will never see them again.
Until I look in your eyes. In
your eyes...there is my Twilight.
I turn to you, look at you, my
heart breaking with pain, but filling with hope, and most of all,
love. You have captured my soul, my Aragorn...and I will
willingly give you my heart now. I step forward, and take your
hands in mine, your warm fingers intertwining with my cold, pale
ones. I stare out again to the west horizon, dusk now falling
upon the land like a light, delicate veil.
"I will cleave to you,
Dunedan, and turn from the Twilight. Yet there lies the land of
my people, and the long home of all my kin."
[a.n.]
Arwen, Aragorn and all
respective characters, places, so forth all belong to and are
property of Professor Tolkien, et al, not me. I'm just a
struggling author with an obsession with LotR which can't be
considered healthy under any circumstances. Frodo...**starry
eyes** Ahem. Oh, I was listening to "Lothlorien" by
Enya the whole time I was writing this. Just thought you might
want to know. If this piece sounds weird and
"dreamlike", for the want of a better word...I dunno,
smack me with a wet trout. It's almost midnight, I'm severely
lacking in inspiration and I SHALL NOT sleep until I finish this
x_x;