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is no need for a disclaimer, but just in case, here it is.I own nothing.
Summary: I don't even know who's point of view this is from.but I imagine its between Aragorn and Legolas, although I don't know which is which.it could be both.
Background: I wrote this piece when, one night, I was on the phone with someone I consider the other half of my soul. She was driving home from work at night, and it was snowing terribly and the roads were really bad. She called me just to talk till she got home because she was very nervous. Well, while we were on the phone, she got into a car accident. Now I knew she was alive and in one piece, (because she was swearing at the other car), but then she hung up to call the police and then I didn't hear from her for the rest of the night. . .never been so frightened in all my life. These are the thoughts that ran through my head all night. I used "brother" instead of "sister" for the sake of the story.
The snow is deepening my friend, and I've no knowledge of where you may be on this eve. In truth, I've not heard from you in some time and I grow anxious. Are you out in this bitter cold? Or home, warm in your bed? Is your rest a peaceful one? Or be you fighting off yet another dark foe? Why have you not sent word? Why can I no longer feel if you are safe?
I've missed you terribly and it frightens me to think that something has happened, that I am not there to fight at your back, or to take watch while you sleep. It frightens me to think that I may never see your smiling face greet mine again, or share a laugh, or a cry, or life. I could not bare this world alone. There are others who would help me through, but you. . .we are as close as two can be, without being one. You are my brother.
This feeling is new to me. I've always known in my heart that you were safe, or you were not. Either way, I knew, I could feel it. I feel nothing now. . .not bad, nor good. Send something, send anything. . .send a letter, send a cry, a thought, a whisper on the wind, a heartbeat. . .and I knew, the moment I felt that heartbeat, that you were safe. Now I may rest.
Summary: I don't even know who's point of view this is from.but I imagine its between Aragorn and Legolas, although I don't know which is which.it could be both.
Background: I wrote this piece when, one night, I was on the phone with someone I consider the other half of my soul. She was driving home from work at night, and it was snowing terribly and the roads were really bad. She called me just to talk till she got home because she was very nervous. Well, while we were on the phone, she got into a car accident. Now I knew she was alive and in one piece, (because she was swearing at the other car), but then she hung up to call the police and then I didn't hear from her for the rest of the night. . .never been so frightened in all my life. These are the thoughts that ran through my head all night. I used "brother" instead of "sister" for the sake of the story.
The snow is deepening my friend, and I've no knowledge of where you may be on this eve. In truth, I've not heard from you in some time and I grow anxious. Are you out in this bitter cold? Or home, warm in your bed? Is your rest a peaceful one? Or be you fighting off yet another dark foe? Why have you not sent word? Why can I no longer feel if you are safe?
I've missed you terribly and it frightens me to think that something has happened, that I am not there to fight at your back, or to take watch while you sleep. It frightens me to think that I may never see your smiling face greet mine again, or share a laugh, or a cry, or life. I could not bare this world alone. There are others who would help me through, but you. . .we are as close as two can be, without being one. You are my brother.
This feeling is new to me. I've always known in my heart that you were safe, or you were not. Either way, I knew, I could feel it. I feel nothing now. . .not bad, nor good. Send something, send anything. . .send a letter, send a cry, a thought, a whisper on the wind, a heartbeat. . .and I knew, the moment I felt that heartbeat, that you were safe. Now I may rest.