Tolkien's Estate, New Line Cinema, etc, etc own the rights. Do I look rich to you? NO. And I'm not going to get rich off of this work, because I'm not making any money off of it.
Gah, POV drabble fic. I swore I'd never do this…
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A gentle breath of air is all it takes to bring the tidings of a coming downpour. So Adar once told me. He swore that in one breath you could smell the coming rain. In one caress of the wind you could feel the coming moisture.
It is only today that I realize this is true.
For in one moment, I have seen the coming rain, and I wish it would come faster. I do not wish for a simple sprinkle nor will I settle for a heavy fall. I wish for the rain to come down in sheets. I wish to be unable to distinguish one drop from another. I wish to take two steps, nay, one step into the fray and become thoroughly drenched.
And the sound of it, the sound should be wild and untamed. It should not merely be the steady drumming of raindrops. It should have the unpredictability that only the winds can provide. I wish for the winds to howl through the downpour, forcing droplets to spray against surfaces that have before seen their glory.
I wish to hear the thunder, its bass voice accompanying the alto of the rain. Mingling and becoming one with the water as the lightening unties the two forces for a moment.
Yet, I do not wish for it last only a moment. But I fear it will be so. Rain, after all, does not last forever and thunder and lightening lasts an even shorter amount of time. They do, however, leave one small thing in their wake.
They leave the soil more fertile for their having been there. From that soil there grows the richest flowers and the most vibrant greens. And the rain and the thunder will again visit there. Thought their song may be different, it will sing the same tune.
Yes, I have decided today. I wish to be the rain. I wish to be with the thunder. I wish to be united by the lightening and bring on the verdant summer. For today I have seen the darkened clouds standing upon a pedestal. His hair was the darkened sky and his eyes were the misty clouds. And I wish nothing more than to hear him rumble and be his rain.
One wonders though, how does one catch a storm? For Lord Elrond has evaded many a maiden's net, and I have not yet strung one… Perhaps, perhaps a net of silver hair would do, for I am certain that he drew in a breath as he saw me today. And I am certain I saw lightening flash in his eyes.
I do believe I begin to feel the rain.