Look Up at the Stars
By Cobalt-Goddess
Chapter four: Stars guide you home
Like the trilling lilt of a robin's song, the flute's melody wafted through the cool morning air. A somber song it was, and known well by all folk of Gondor. The beautiful woman seated next to the flutist, her arm lovingly encircled about his shoulders, began to sing the tragic tune;
My love, my darling,
Where do you lie,
Your head as you sleep all alone?
I hope that you're dreaming,
Of me as you try,
To not weep as you rest on your own.
Blue and deep and wondering wide,
The sea so far do you roam,
I stay I pray and I curse the tide,
Till safely the stars guide you home.
My sky, my vision,
Did darken so,
The moment that you went away,
And now my mission,
My only goal,
Is here for your love I shall stay.
Blue and deep and wondering wide,
The sea so far do you roam,
I stay I pray and I curse the tide,
Till safely the stars guide you home
They say, my dear,
Forever you'll stay,
Out there in the ocean so deep.
But you're so near,
As close as the day,
Is to night as I lie here asleep.
Blue and deep and wondering wide,
The sea so far do you roam,
I stay I pray and I curse the tide,
Till safely the stars guide you home
Grima ended the song then and looked up at the woman he loved more than anyone in the world. The beautiful lady smiled at him and kissed him lovingly upon his tear streaked cheek.
"I'm so sorry, but I must go now, I have chores to attend to." She said to him as she began to stand.
Grima lept to his feet and helped her to hers, ending their brief time together with a warm embrace.
"Thank you for allowing me to accompany you today," He said without a hint of nervousness.
"I always have time for you, my dear." She beamed and went on her way.
Grima watched her go sadly, wishing she'd had more time for him, but being in charge of the maids of the house was a large task indeed.
Morosely he crept back to the house, his flute stuck in his coat pocket. He had to go and pack, for he was leaving for Edoras the next day, as the King had called him back early for important tasks.
"Grima!" He heard the lady call from a distance.
"I almost forgot to tell you, you're father is holding a pary tonight in your honour, it's at 6, do not be late!"
Grima grinned. "Very well, I shall attend, if you agree to save me a dance!" He shouted to her.
"I shall, never fear" the mirth was evident in her voice.
"I love you mother!" He called in farewell.
"I love you too Grima."