Title: Letting Go
Rating: PG
Summary: Celebrian returns to the woods of Lothlorien one last time before going over the sea. Whilst there she learns to grieve and to let slip the mask she has been hiding behind.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words. As far as I know, Tolkien estates own the character of Celebrian which comes from the amazing, infinite imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien. I am merely taking the opportunity to create my own piece of writing by using ideas from his epic story: Lord of the Rings.
A/N: I think I'd call this a "prose" rather than a fic because it's quite short, emotional and sort of switches between Celebrian's thoughts and observer's point of view. Hmm, well I hope someone out there likes it :)
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"The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good"
--- "Funeral Blues" by W.H. Auden
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The fair-haired, blue eyed, porcelain skinned figure of Lady Celebrian moved gracefully on silent, bare feet as she weaved her way through the golden wood of Lothlorien. With the utmost of care she retraced steps that she had once taken as a child and walked paths that were both old and new. This was a wood full of memories and each Mallorn tree seemed to keep the secrets of at least one of the Galadhrim. For there was indeed elves of her mother's realm that had whispered promises of eternal, undying love, composed sonnets of the most soulful kind and that had even taken their final breaths all beneath the ever watchful presence of wood's foliage. It seemed that each elf never appeared to realize that all of the now forgotten incidents had been witnessed by a silent other. Someone who would never forget and who would whisper these tales with every windblown branch and every falling leaf that fell to the forest floor. Celebrian herself knew that there were Mallorns somewhere within this wood that kept her own cherished secrets.
This was a realm that was made up of history and nature. A realm that accepted and encouraged all things that were new whilst it continued to preserve everything that was old. It made sure to keep memories of happy times along with those of sorrowful ones too. While some -perhaps most- elves chose what they wished to remember and what they wished to forget, Lothlorien in its entirety remembered everything. Celebrian admitted, if only ever to herself, that she belonged to the group of elves that liked to ignore certain, specific events that helped to construct their own lives. In her opinion there were some things that were best let loose into the dark, murky recesses of her own mind. Things that were best not to be mentioned ever again.
This was perhaps why the former Princess of Lothlorien maintained her cheerful façade so well because after all, it was only a façade. It was a simple, surprisingly effective, cover-up that helped to disguise her true feelings of utter desolation and constant fear. In fact it concealed her emotions so well that even Celebrian fooled herself at times. Every so often she believed herself to be the cheery, optimistic maiden who found such joy in just living. The idea of her being so bubbly was, in all honesty, quite laughable when she compared it to whom she had become in the years following the orc attack.
Perhaps it was this sudden fit of nostalgia that caused her to let the mask slip, to let go of all of her emotions and to spill her greatest kept secret to the silent ear of nature -her longing for the sea.
And so with shoulders shaking and breath coming out in gasps, Lady Celebrian -cherished daughter, beloved mother and adored wife- sat alone under the ancient, golden leafed Mallron trees and finally wept the salty silver tears that were long overdue.
Rating: PG
Summary: Celebrian returns to the woods of Lothlorien one last time before going over the sea. Whilst there she learns to grieve and to let slip the mask she has been hiding behind.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words. As far as I know, Tolkien estates own the character of Celebrian which comes from the amazing, infinite imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien. I am merely taking the opportunity to create my own piece of writing by using ideas from his epic story: Lord of the Rings.
A/N: I think I'd call this a "prose" rather than a fic because it's quite short, emotional and sort of switches between Celebrian's thoughts and observer's point of view. Hmm, well I hope someone out there likes it :)
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"The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good"
--- "Funeral Blues" by W.H. Auden
****
The fair-haired, blue eyed, porcelain skinned figure of Lady Celebrian moved gracefully on silent, bare feet as she weaved her way through the golden wood of Lothlorien. With the utmost of care she retraced steps that she had once taken as a child and walked paths that were both old and new. This was a wood full of memories and each Mallorn tree seemed to keep the secrets of at least one of the Galadhrim. For there was indeed elves of her mother's realm that had whispered promises of eternal, undying love, composed sonnets of the most soulful kind and that had even taken their final breaths all beneath the ever watchful presence of wood's foliage. It seemed that each elf never appeared to realize that all of the now forgotten incidents had been witnessed by a silent other. Someone who would never forget and who would whisper these tales with every windblown branch and every falling leaf that fell to the forest floor. Celebrian herself knew that there were Mallorns somewhere within this wood that kept her own cherished secrets.
This was a realm that was made up of history and nature. A realm that accepted and encouraged all things that were new whilst it continued to preserve everything that was old. It made sure to keep memories of happy times along with those of sorrowful ones too. While some -perhaps most- elves chose what they wished to remember and what they wished to forget, Lothlorien in its entirety remembered everything. Celebrian admitted, if only ever to herself, that she belonged to the group of elves that liked to ignore certain, specific events that helped to construct their own lives. In her opinion there were some things that were best let loose into the dark, murky recesses of her own mind. Things that were best not to be mentioned ever again.
This was perhaps why the former Princess of Lothlorien maintained her cheerful façade so well because after all, it was only a façade. It was a simple, surprisingly effective, cover-up that helped to disguise her true feelings of utter desolation and constant fear. In fact it concealed her emotions so well that even Celebrian fooled herself at times. Every so often she believed herself to be the cheery, optimistic maiden who found such joy in just living. The idea of her being so bubbly was, in all honesty, quite laughable when she compared it to whom she had become in the years following the orc attack.
Perhaps it was this sudden fit of nostalgia that caused her to let the mask slip, to let go of all of her emotions and to spill her greatest kept secret to the silent ear of nature -her longing for the sea.
And so with shoulders shaking and breath coming out in gasps, Lady Celebrian -cherished daughter, beloved mother and adored wife- sat alone under the ancient, golden leafed Mallron trees and finally wept the salty silver tears that were long overdue.