The Straight Path
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Rating: PG.
Summary: The end of an Age, and he has nothing left to do, apart from one thing.
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But tasks must be ended, and deeds must be done, brought to their fruition by the weight of the unending years. The slow, sick sensation of decay settles in, and yet the westering seas are silvered, and the sun sets in a glory of crimson gold, the last rays of its splendour falling low upon the seas. And the ships pass out from the harbours, out from the lands of Middle-earth, out from loss and longing, and the waters fall away, a cerulean curve of passing sweetness, lit by the songs of old. Slowly, but slowly, the world of Endor, of the Forsaken, fades into the distance, as the mellyrn beneath the light of dusk, and the veil of silver glass falls away.
And she awaits him, her hair caught up in the sea winds, more silver yet than all the seas of the world that is.
FINIS