An Elrond Romance
by The Fox.
EPILOGUE
From The Promised Shore.
The Memory Of Kissing You.
Irmo's Lorien.
He has been laid in the beautiful Lorien to rest, and he was there under impossible beautiful trees, watching the sky that was
golden over Valinor change his color into the rainbow. the colors reflected in the silver willows of Lorien's gardens, and the
breath of countless jasmines invited anybody to rest and forget nightmares, pane and suffering. He was nested in a soft
mattress, his worn-out body leaning lightly, abandoned, his long black hair sprawled as he looked up, up. The red mantle
covered his shoulders, and he faded into thin air, soft whispers of the wind giving her last caresses to lullaby him into the
elves's final rest.
His noble features were pale, but kissed by the sun. His hands, long ago so powerful, were softly nested in his lap, the long
fingers still carrying Vilya as a token of Middle Earth.
Pride can stand a thousand trials,
The strong will never fall.
But watching stars without you, my soul cries.
Heaving heart, it's full of pain.
Oh, oh, the aching.
cause I'm kissing you. oh.
I'm kissing you, oh.
I should have died in Rivendel, at your side.
But I had to carry your heart here with me, love. Didn't you want me to come? Now watch Eressea, the shores that
called you so much. Here we are, together…
All the leaves fell over him, all the petals, for a wind that still loved him as master. The trees whispered a song no one had
heard but in dreams, in Lorien's gardens, a song that cleaned the soul, elevates the spirits. The soft breeze bathed him, and he
closed his eyes, alone in Irmo's forest, finally resting his hurt, broken heart, where even Este could do nothing for him.
Touch me deep, pure and true.
Give to me forever.
cause I'm kissing you, oh.
I'm kissing you.
Mithrandir was there, close by, his eyes sad but still alive, his voice soft as he bid goodbye his old friend, closing silver
eyes with soft fingertips.
Then a whisper, and kiss, and Turgon's heart in his hand fell into the leaves and petals streamed over his dying bed, free at
last. His spirit, floating, powerful, wise spirit of eternal life had flowed to Mandos halls, where he had been waited for too long.
Mithrandir smiled, and chuckled, to the last joke he played to the stern master of Imladris.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
cause I'm kissing you.
I'm kissing you, oh.
… A long sunset colored hair, a laugh, and a kiss, and breeze scented with sun and flowers, and soft black cloth like
sky at night over Rivendel…
You took too long, beloved.
You took too long, beloved.
My Silmarien…? You… this is not a cruel dream of Irmo…?
My Arien…? You… this is not a cruel dream of Irmo…?
No. You are with me, finally…
No. You are with me, finally…
Kisses, longer than breaths. Tears that were dried by lips, sunset mixing with the light, long caresses painful in its
intensity, and closed eyed- love…
Kisses, longer than breaths. Tears that were dried by lips, sunset mixing with the light, long caresses painful in its
intensity, and closed eyed- love…
But… how?
But… how?
Always the curious, my wise love.
Always the curious, my wise love.
I am waiting for you in Mandos' Halls.
I am waiting for you in the Gift of Men's doors.
You are not half elf, nor half-human. I am not, either.
You are not half elf, nor half-human. I am not, either.
We are elves.
We are human.
And we are finally free.
I've delivered my last message. Now I'm free, my love…
We are elves.
We are human.
And we are finally free.
I've delivered my last message. Now I'm free, my love…
Silmarien…
Arien…
Yours, my Elrond…
Yours, my Elrond…
Kisses stronger, and alive, as they danced together under the trees of Mandos, joining beyond memories, the long red
mantle floating in the wind as lips found lips and hands intertwined fingers. The Red Heart and the Zephyr Ring
shone for a last time, and faded, to be the ghost of the memory of eternal, unfading love…
… and they faded into the Gift of Men, beyond the wall of legend, hand in hand, where it was more than memories.
And they stood embraced together forever in Mandos's, locked in a kiss, a mist surrounding them from earth to
Elbereth's stars like a glistening rain of gems.
Loving, forever…
When Dior born, it was said he would never find happiness in this land.
But in Mandos's Hall, his entangled soul would finally turn
His Elf side to Mandos's judgement, his Human side into the Men's destiny.
And it was said that true love between Peredhils
Would no find happiness in the Middle Earth.
They were wrongly called " half elves", but they had a entire elven soul
And a entire Human soul. They could choose how to live.
They could choose how to die.
But they could not choose where to go in the afterlife.
But as Earendil and Elwing did,
After their death, the elven souls would dance
Into fading, forever in Mandos Halls, eternally in love
And the human souls would fade into the Men's Gift.
Together in love.
Always, together.
Mithrandir never told Elrond, even if all Maia knew.
He had discover the truth, by himself.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Fox May 31 2002.
We-el, Mr. Tolkien must be kicking in his tomb about this, but i wanted a sad ending and a happy ending together. Oops.
About the Galadriel/Celeborn "owing" in the chapter 9, it was because after Arwen's letter, they sent Arien back to Rivendel,
even if she and Elrond had parted not-quite-well the last time, giving them the chance to make things up: so Celeborn wrote "
you owe me" ( a favour) and Galadriel wrote " I dare you" ( to conquer Arien) in the fake message. Clear now?
Hope you enjoyed my too long, too drooled-over, too poetic romance! Hugs, the Fox!
by The Fox.
EPILOGUE
From The Promised Shore.
The Memory Of Kissing You.
Irmo's Lorien.
He has been laid in the beautiful Lorien to rest, and he was there under impossible beautiful trees, watching the sky that was
golden over Valinor change his color into the rainbow. the colors reflected in the silver willows of Lorien's gardens, and the
breath of countless jasmines invited anybody to rest and forget nightmares, pane and suffering. He was nested in a soft
mattress, his worn-out body leaning lightly, abandoned, his long black hair sprawled as he looked up, up. The red mantle
covered his shoulders, and he faded into thin air, soft whispers of the wind giving her last caresses to lullaby him into the
elves's final rest.
His noble features were pale, but kissed by the sun. His hands, long ago so powerful, were softly nested in his lap, the long
fingers still carrying Vilya as a token of Middle Earth.
Pride can stand a thousand trials,
The strong will never fall.
But watching stars without you, my soul cries.
Heaving heart, it's full of pain.
Oh, oh, the aching.
cause I'm kissing you. oh.
I'm kissing you, oh.
I should have died in Rivendel, at your side.
But I had to carry your heart here with me, love. Didn't you want me to come? Now watch Eressea, the shores that
called you so much. Here we are, together…
All the leaves fell over him, all the petals, for a wind that still loved him as master. The trees whispered a song no one had
heard but in dreams, in Lorien's gardens, a song that cleaned the soul, elevates the spirits. The soft breeze bathed him, and he
closed his eyes, alone in Irmo's forest, finally resting his hurt, broken heart, where even Este could do nothing for him.
Touch me deep, pure and true.
Give to me forever.
cause I'm kissing you, oh.
I'm kissing you.
Mithrandir was there, close by, his eyes sad but still alive, his voice soft as he bid goodbye his old friend, closing silver
eyes with soft fingertips.
Then a whisper, and kiss, and Turgon's heart in his hand fell into the leaves and petals streamed over his dying bed, free at
last. His spirit, floating, powerful, wise spirit of eternal life had flowed to Mandos halls, where he had been waited for too long.
Mithrandir smiled, and chuckled, to the last joke he played to the stern master of Imladris.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
cause I'm kissing you.
I'm kissing you, oh.
… A long sunset colored hair, a laugh, and a kiss, and breeze scented with sun and flowers, and soft black cloth like
sky at night over Rivendel…
You took too long, beloved.
You took too long, beloved.
My Silmarien…? You… this is not a cruel dream of Irmo…?
My Arien…? You… this is not a cruel dream of Irmo…?
No. You are with me, finally…
No. You are with me, finally…
Kisses, longer than breaths. Tears that were dried by lips, sunset mixing with the light, long caresses painful in its
intensity, and closed eyed- love…
Kisses, longer than breaths. Tears that were dried by lips, sunset mixing with the light, long caresses painful in its
intensity, and closed eyed- love…
But… how?
But… how?
Always the curious, my wise love.
Always the curious, my wise love.
I am waiting for you in Mandos' Halls.
I am waiting for you in the Gift of Men's doors.
You are not half elf, nor half-human. I am not, either.
You are not half elf, nor half-human. I am not, either.
We are elves.
We are human.
And we are finally free.
I've delivered my last message. Now I'm free, my love…
We are elves.
We are human.
And we are finally free.
I've delivered my last message. Now I'm free, my love…
Silmarien…
Arien…
Yours, my Elrond…
Yours, my Elrond…
Kisses stronger, and alive, as they danced together under the trees of Mandos, joining beyond memories, the long red
mantle floating in the wind as lips found lips and hands intertwined fingers. The Red Heart and the Zephyr Ring
shone for a last time, and faded, to be the ghost of the memory of eternal, unfading love…
… and they faded into the Gift of Men, beyond the wall of legend, hand in hand, where it was more than memories.
And they stood embraced together forever in Mandos's, locked in a kiss, a mist surrounding them from earth to
Elbereth's stars like a glistening rain of gems.
Loving, forever…
When Dior born, it was said he would never find happiness in this land.
But in Mandos's Hall, his entangled soul would finally turn
His Elf side to Mandos's judgement, his Human side into the Men's destiny.
And it was said that true love between Peredhils
Would no find happiness in the Middle Earth.
They were wrongly called " half elves", but they had a entire elven soul
And a entire Human soul. They could choose how to live.
They could choose how to die.
But they could not choose where to go in the afterlife.
But as Earendil and Elwing did,
After their death, the elven souls would dance
Into fading, forever in Mandos Halls, eternally in love
And the human souls would fade into the Men's Gift.
Together in love.
Always, together.
Mithrandir never told Elrond, even if all Maia knew.
He had discover the truth, by himself.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Fox May 31 2002.
We-el, Mr. Tolkien must be kicking in his tomb about this, but i wanted a sad ending and a happy ending together. Oops.
About the Galadriel/Celeborn "owing" in the chapter 9, it was because after Arwen's letter, they sent Arien back to Rivendel,
even if she and Elrond had parted not-quite-well the last time, giving them the chance to make things up: so Celeborn wrote "
you owe me" ( a favour) and Galadriel wrote " I dare you" ( to conquer Arien) in the fake message. Clear now?
Hope you enjoyed my too long, too drooled-over, too poetic romance! Hugs, the Fox!