Moments in Time. Light in the heart of Darkness.
Not mine:( oh well, I humbly borrow them and always put them back.
Another inner monologue this one is only Legolas' point of view on entering the realm of Galadriel, that is, his impressions of Lothlorìen.
Greenleaf in the tongue of his people, whose heart has rested for millennia in the cool of the woods. Loving best the voices of trees and heartened by the touch of wind on his cheek:
Legolas
Anwar patho dôr!(1) This place: beautiful beyond all the woods of Middle Earth. I have lived long under the canopy of Mirkwood certain that it was a place unsurpassed in the world. In seeing this realm I am humbled by my misbelief. In another time I would have wandered through this land rendered drunk by the infinity of space and dizzied by the smell of leaves and the song of trees.
Strange, suddenly I find the deepest desire of my heart to be to remain in Lothlorìen for all the ages of my life. Never could I tire of such a world.
One could live five thousand life times under the timeless boughs of these forests, never knowing one tenth of the secrets that the breast of this land harbors. I have been here for only the time it takes to draw a breath and already the knowledge that I must leave grieves my heart. The very air is old and young, heavy and light at the same time. I feel, in this place, that I have returned to a home that I have never, till now, known to miss. I aragolf ned seni mellyrn ortha nîn gur an i menel(2), lightened, unburdened as if my life has ever been frozen in a single moment in this place. Even my new bright hurt begins to mend. My spirit is tied to these towering pillars.
To love the woods with a fierceness that steals my breath, it is unwise. Still, I feel I would wither could I not commune with the earth. My heart begs of my body: Run! Sing and swoon beneath endless sky. I am too much in love with these thoughts.It is not my time, in my mind I know that my fate does not lie long under leaves. Mist godref menel erin an Mordor(3), this is what the Fellowship must do. To die for this place is but a trifle for is seems that Lothlorìen is greater than any single life, greater even, than a thousand thousand lives of elves or men. I would live here and be ever happy but I would fight to defend nothing more gladly.
Nîn gwaith gerin teli(4).
Footnotes ---------------
1.)Wondrous (literally: awe filled) place 2.)The soaring boughs (literally: high branches) of golden trees raise my heart to the sky. 3.)Walk through heaven to reach (literally: to get to) hell 4.)My people have come
again, reviews and gentle criticism (they makes the writing better) are more than welcome, thx
Not mine:( oh well, I humbly borrow them and always put them back.
Another inner monologue this one is only Legolas' point of view on entering the realm of Galadriel, that is, his impressions of Lothlorìen.
Greenleaf in the tongue of his people, whose heart has rested for millennia in the cool of the woods. Loving best the voices of trees and heartened by the touch of wind on his cheek:
Legolas
Anwar patho dôr!(1) This place: beautiful beyond all the woods of Middle Earth. I have lived long under the canopy of Mirkwood certain that it was a place unsurpassed in the world. In seeing this realm I am humbled by my misbelief. In another time I would have wandered through this land rendered drunk by the infinity of space and dizzied by the smell of leaves and the song of trees.
Strange, suddenly I find the deepest desire of my heart to be to remain in Lothlorìen for all the ages of my life. Never could I tire of such a world.
One could live five thousand life times under the timeless boughs of these forests, never knowing one tenth of the secrets that the breast of this land harbors. I have been here for only the time it takes to draw a breath and already the knowledge that I must leave grieves my heart. The very air is old and young, heavy and light at the same time. I feel, in this place, that I have returned to a home that I have never, till now, known to miss. I aragolf ned seni mellyrn ortha nîn gur an i menel(2), lightened, unburdened as if my life has ever been frozen in a single moment in this place. Even my new bright hurt begins to mend. My spirit is tied to these towering pillars.
To love the woods with a fierceness that steals my breath, it is unwise. Still, I feel I would wither could I not commune with the earth. My heart begs of my body: Run! Sing and swoon beneath endless sky. I am too much in love with these thoughts.It is not my time, in my mind I know that my fate does not lie long under leaves. Mist godref menel erin an Mordor(3), this is what the Fellowship must do. To die for this place is but a trifle for is seems that Lothlorìen is greater than any single life, greater even, than a thousand thousand lives of elves or men. I would live here and be ever happy but I would fight to defend nothing more gladly.
Nîn gwaith gerin teli(4).
Footnotes ---------------
1.)Wondrous (literally: awe filled) place 2.)The soaring boughs (literally: high branches) of golden trees raise my heart to the sky. 3.)Walk through heaven to reach (literally: to get to) hell 4.)My people have come
again, reviews and gentle criticism (they makes the writing better) are more than welcome, thx