Lomion - Child of the Twilight
She passes by me, and the darkness envelopes me. As it has done every time I have gazed upon her beauty, since I came to this city long ago. The darkness is all encompassing, it haunts my every waking moment, and stalks my dreams.
I look at her, and the unquenchable light of her beauty pulls me into a dark void of desire from which there is no escape, save by death. It fills my heart with a fire I cannot control. It fills my heart, my very soul. It is always there, growing stronger with her presence, the glance of her bright eyes, her spoken word.
Her beauty is like a second sun, illuminating the already beautiful courtyards of this city. But the beauty of Gondolin is dimmed, when set beside her, who has known the light of the Blessed Realm.
In the many long years since I arrived in this city, since the death of my mother, accidentally, at the hand of my father, and my fathers death by the order of my uncle, the King, for that very crime, barely days apart, I have gained the status and honour deserving of my high birth. But it all means nothing to me, with small place in my heart, I desire something more, I desire to possess Idril Celebrindal.
She is swept into the arms of the mortal scoundrel. He does not deserve her. She is too high for him, the daughter of kings, yet she gives him her heart, and remains forever turned away from me.
She tells me those of near kin should not wed, yet she, a Noldorin princess, has given her love to a mortal.
I was there, I was there at the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, standing at the side of the King, I heard Huor of Dor-lómin say what he did - "Yet if it stands but a little while, then out of your house shall come the hope of Elves and Men. This I say to you, lord, with the eyes of death: though we part here for ever, and I shall not look on your white walls again, from you and from me a new star shall arise." I said naught, yet now I believe I know what he meant.
This city is like a prison, surrounded on all sides by mountains. No one is allowed in, or out, the only escape is death. If I am cooped up here for much longer, and the light of the Lady's' beauty shines still, filling my heart with that hollow yearning, and the darkness continues to devour me, I do not know what madness I will be driven to.
Thus it was in Gondolin; and amid all the bliss of that realm, while its glory lasted, a dark seed of evil was sown.
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion. Ch16 'Of Maeglin' pg. 139
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This is the second time I have posted this story, so don't wonder if you've seen it before - the first time I posted it I was new to ff.net, and still finding my way around, I fact I'm still finding my way around. snerk
I originally wrote this story with the intention of entering it in the Lit competition for my school magazine by that never happened. Although I might put it in next year.
I took my creative writing scrapbook with me to my year ten careers retreat, and I showed this story to the two guest speakers we had. The first was an ex-resident of Pentridge Prison, who said I was 'very articulate' (go me). The second was Aussie writer Maureen McCarthy for people who know her work., and she was all like "I would love to read it, but I really don't have time now". You don't believe me? Fine. Silly bugger.