Just a little ditty I came up with while strumming my faithful guitar. Told
from Legolas's POV one night. Pick any night at all. Slightly slashly.
Implied. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine.
Music
Music is one of the greatest gifts Iluvatar blessed us with. In fact, the world itself had been created from music.
Everyone has a love of music. It is this common love that binds all of the races of Middle-Earth together. Each have their own songs, their own melodies, their own words.
But one race was blessed by music more than others: the Elves. My kin. To us, everything is a song. The sound of the leaves being rustled by the wind, the sound of a stream leaping over rocks. It's all music to our ears.
We Elves have many songs. Every word we speak is a song in itself. There's a song for every occasion, every emotion. Grief, happiness, anger. Any time I feel the surge of these emotions I sing. It relieves my heart of its burden and it seems to soothe those around me.
I am aware of the pure quality of my voice, the haunting clarity of it. I do not say these words out of pride. It was a gift every Elf was born with. We were the Firstborn, the Fair Folk. Everything about us radiated beauty. It would not do for us to have guttural, harsh voices.
The breeze blows my hair away from my face as I gaze out at the Moon and stars. I volunteered to stand watch this night, a job I truly enjoy. It gives me time to reflect on Nature, to hear the whisper of the trees, to bathe in the starlight.
The stars were beautiful. Many songs had been written of the beauty of the stars. Just looking at them filled my heart with gladness, something that was sorely lacking on this Quest.
That was perhaps the most saddening thing. As we continued on I found myself moved to sing less and less. The terror and utter helplessness stole the words away and the darkness hid the melodies that had once been so familiar. The hobbits' songs, all so upbeat and cheerful, were nearly the only ones heard anymore.
I know this worries Aragorn. He is my. Well, my everything. Lover and friend. He had known me long enough and well enough to know that these long periods of silence were unnatural.
But how could I explain it to him? That I could no longer sing, no longer hear the music, no longer could dance? That the evilness had stolen it all away?
A slight rustle draws my attention back to the present. Turning, I see Frodo the Ringbearer, looking very weary, come and sit close by. "Legolas? I cannot sleep. Will you please sing? It always lifts my heart."
I smile as the words and music come rushing back, filling my heart, soul and mind as they once did. Almost without thinking I open my mouth and begin singing.
Perhaps there is hope left yet. It is music that binds us all together, that makes us brothers no matter what our differences may be. Perhaps, in the end, it will be music that saves us.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine.
Music
Music is one of the greatest gifts Iluvatar blessed us with. In fact, the world itself had been created from music.
Everyone has a love of music. It is this common love that binds all of the races of Middle-Earth together. Each have their own songs, their own melodies, their own words.
But one race was blessed by music more than others: the Elves. My kin. To us, everything is a song. The sound of the leaves being rustled by the wind, the sound of a stream leaping over rocks. It's all music to our ears.
We Elves have many songs. Every word we speak is a song in itself. There's a song for every occasion, every emotion. Grief, happiness, anger. Any time I feel the surge of these emotions I sing. It relieves my heart of its burden and it seems to soothe those around me.
I am aware of the pure quality of my voice, the haunting clarity of it. I do not say these words out of pride. It was a gift every Elf was born with. We were the Firstborn, the Fair Folk. Everything about us radiated beauty. It would not do for us to have guttural, harsh voices.
The breeze blows my hair away from my face as I gaze out at the Moon and stars. I volunteered to stand watch this night, a job I truly enjoy. It gives me time to reflect on Nature, to hear the whisper of the trees, to bathe in the starlight.
The stars were beautiful. Many songs had been written of the beauty of the stars. Just looking at them filled my heart with gladness, something that was sorely lacking on this Quest.
That was perhaps the most saddening thing. As we continued on I found myself moved to sing less and less. The terror and utter helplessness stole the words away and the darkness hid the melodies that had once been so familiar. The hobbits' songs, all so upbeat and cheerful, were nearly the only ones heard anymore.
I know this worries Aragorn. He is my. Well, my everything. Lover and friend. He had known me long enough and well enough to know that these long periods of silence were unnatural.
But how could I explain it to him? That I could no longer sing, no longer hear the music, no longer could dance? That the evilness had stolen it all away?
A slight rustle draws my attention back to the present. Turning, I see Frodo the Ringbearer, looking very weary, come and sit close by. "Legolas? I cannot sleep. Will you please sing? It always lifts my heart."
I smile as the words and music come rushing back, filling my heart, soul and mind as they once did. Almost without thinking I open my mouth and begin singing.
Perhaps there is hope left yet. It is music that binds us all together, that makes us brothers no matter what our differences may be. Perhaps, in the end, it will be music that saves us.