A/N: I don't own it.
Celeborn and Galadriel
Just a day, just an, ordinary day
Just tryin' to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy but
He was looking to the sky and
As he asked if I would come along
I started to realize that everyday he finds just what he's lookin' for
And like a shooting star he shines, and he said
So here we are. We have passed through ice and cold only to be rejected by our kin for our sins. Only my brothers and I can enter this land because we are the King's kin. But I can tell that he did not wish for us to be allowed here. He looks upon us with disgust. He is ashamed of us. Kinslayers. He should try being one of us. Did I not try to end my existence when I fully realized what I had done? Was it only the hand of Finrod that kept me from doing it? I could have stayed. We all could have. But no. Once the most unforgivable crime had been committed, only exile could was a suitable punishment. It is too kind a punishment. These thoughts run through my mind each day as I wander this forest. It is beautiful, but it is not home. I sit on a large rock in a clearing and stare at the sky.
Take my hand, live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
I've seen her for days now. She is so different from other elf maidens. More fair. And more terrible. She is above us all. How can I desire the unreachable? And yet I do. She comes here regularly. To this spot in the forests of Doriath. And I watch her trying to pick up my courage to go speak with her. To help empty those bottomless eyes of all their sorrow. When I first saw her, I thought my heart would break if I did not do something to help this fallen angel. I know this is what love must be like. The feeling that I would give everything, even my life, to help this maiden know that there is life after her sins. That someone could love her for more then her beauty. I love her for all that she is and all that she will be. And even if she never even knows who I am, I will still love her.
And as he spoke, he spoke, ordinary words
Thought they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal and
As I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine
And I know he's no stranger
For I feel I've felt him for all of time, and he said
Who is that? I turn my head as I hear someone in the forest. It can't be one of those foul orcs. This part of the forest is still very far from the border of Doriath. Has someone followed me to my spot in the woods? "Who is there?" I call out. There is no answer. "Show yourself!" What if I'm wrong and it is an orc. I turn back around, making it seem that I am satisfied that no one is there. But my hand goes for my throwing dagger. At the next sound I turn around and hurl the dagger at my enemy. Only it isn't an enemy. It's Celeborn. I have seen him, but never spoken with him. He quickly dodges my dagger as it imbeds itself in a tree. My memories all come hurtling back to me. The nightmare of Alqualonde. I can't speak or move. He takes the dagger from the tree and gives it back to me. "I think this is yours," he plainly states. I regain myself and take back the dagger. "I suppose it is." My voice trembles. I almost repeated my unforgivable sin again. Can I not take back my life? Can I ever forgive myself? I turn around trying to will myself not to cry, but the tears come, no matter what.
Please come with me, see what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee
Time will not flee, can't you see...
Her shoulders shake as she tries to keep the tears from coming. She drops the dagger to the ground before she succumbs to her grief. She sobs into her hands. I kneel down next to her, hesitantly placing my hand on her shoulder. She shakes it off. "Please go away," she chokes out. "I can't do that," I reply. "Look at me," I say in my most gentle and firm voice. She obeys. Her face is streaked with tears that continue to stream from those bottomless eyes of grief. Oh how I wish to replace that grief with happiness. "You made a mistake, but no harm came of it. I'm still here." I hold out my hand to prove this. She hesitates and then takes my hand. Her hand is strong and delicate all at once. "See, no harm." "If only it could only be that easy all the time," she replies. She looks upon her dagger with disgust. "You know what I have done. Why do you not reject me like the rest?" she inquires. "Because I want to help you overcome your past. One cannot be bound to the past forever." She looks at me again, curiosity in her eyes, as if she has never considered this before. "How?" her voice is small like a child almost. I pause for a moment trying to think of something. My eyes fall upon the dagger. "First you put your sins behind you. It is in the past. You cannot change it. I'm not asking you to forgive yourself now. But you will need to do that eventually." She wipes her eyes as I speak. Her eyes also fall upon the dagger. She picks it up and stars at it for a moment. "You ask me to put my sins behind me. Perhaps I can do that."
Just a dream, just an, ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And that boy, that ordinary boy
Was it all in my head?
Didn't he ask if I would come along
It all seemed so real, but as I looked to the door
I saw that boy standing there with a deal, and he said
We bury the dagger under the rock. A symbolic burial of my past. Of my sins. Of the dead whose lives I took with that dagger. I sit on the ground next to Celeborn. He puts his arm around my shoulder. It feels good to be held. It felt even better to bury the knife. We sit in silence for a long time. But then Celeborn raises his voice in lament. He has a beautiful voice. The song sings of the past and how it can hold us. But then it changes. It becomes a song of hope. Of the future. Of how the past cannot bind us forever. I let silent tears slip down my cheeks. They are no longer tears of sorrow, but tears of hope. When he ends I feel light and filled with gratefulness to Celeborn. I turn to him. He is also crying. But a smile graces his handsome face. I take his hand and gently squeeze it. He turns his smile to me and I return it. We need no words. Something more has happened today. And I am happy for it. We stand, hands still together. With one last look upon the grave of the past, we turn and leave.
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just tryin' to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy, but
He was looking to the sky
Celeborn and Galadriel
Just a day, just an, ordinary day
Just tryin' to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy but
He was looking to the sky and
As he asked if I would come along
I started to realize that everyday he finds just what he's lookin' for
And like a shooting star he shines, and he said
So here we are. We have passed through ice and cold only to be rejected by our kin for our sins. Only my brothers and I can enter this land because we are the King's kin. But I can tell that he did not wish for us to be allowed here. He looks upon us with disgust. He is ashamed of us. Kinslayers. He should try being one of us. Did I not try to end my existence when I fully realized what I had done? Was it only the hand of Finrod that kept me from doing it? I could have stayed. We all could have. But no. Once the most unforgivable crime had been committed, only exile could was a suitable punishment. It is too kind a punishment. These thoughts run through my mind each day as I wander this forest. It is beautiful, but it is not home. I sit on a large rock in a clearing and stare at the sky.
Take my hand, live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
I've seen her for days now. She is so different from other elf maidens. More fair. And more terrible. She is above us all. How can I desire the unreachable? And yet I do. She comes here regularly. To this spot in the forests of Doriath. And I watch her trying to pick up my courage to go speak with her. To help empty those bottomless eyes of all their sorrow. When I first saw her, I thought my heart would break if I did not do something to help this fallen angel. I know this is what love must be like. The feeling that I would give everything, even my life, to help this maiden know that there is life after her sins. That someone could love her for more then her beauty. I love her for all that she is and all that she will be. And even if she never even knows who I am, I will still love her.
And as he spoke, he spoke, ordinary words
Thought they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal and
As I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine
And I know he's no stranger
For I feel I've felt him for all of time, and he said
Who is that? I turn my head as I hear someone in the forest. It can't be one of those foul orcs. This part of the forest is still very far from the border of Doriath. Has someone followed me to my spot in the woods? "Who is there?" I call out. There is no answer. "Show yourself!" What if I'm wrong and it is an orc. I turn back around, making it seem that I am satisfied that no one is there. But my hand goes for my throwing dagger. At the next sound I turn around and hurl the dagger at my enemy. Only it isn't an enemy. It's Celeborn. I have seen him, but never spoken with him. He quickly dodges my dagger as it imbeds itself in a tree. My memories all come hurtling back to me. The nightmare of Alqualonde. I can't speak or move. He takes the dagger from the tree and gives it back to me. "I think this is yours," he plainly states. I regain myself and take back the dagger. "I suppose it is." My voice trembles. I almost repeated my unforgivable sin again. Can I not take back my life? Can I ever forgive myself? I turn around trying to will myself not to cry, but the tears come, no matter what.
Please come with me, see what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee
Time will not flee, can't you see...
Her shoulders shake as she tries to keep the tears from coming. She drops the dagger to the ground before she succumbs to her grief. She sobs into her hands. I kneel down next to her, hesitantly placing my hand on her shoulder. She shakes it off. "Please go away," she chokes out. "I can't do that," I reply. "Look at me," I say in my most gentle and firm voice. She obeys. Her face is streaked with tears that continue to stream from those bottomless eyes of grief. Oh how I wish to replace that grief with happiness. "You made a mistake, but no harm came of it. I'm still here." I hold out my hand to prove this. She hesitates and then takes my hand. Her hand is strong and delicate all at once. "See, no harm." "If only it could only be that easy all the time," she replies. She looks upon her dagger with disgust. "You know what I have done. Why do you not reject me like the rest?" she inquires. "Because I want to help you overcome your past. One cannot be bound to the past forever." She looks at me again, curiosity in her eyes, as if she has never considered this before. "How?" her voice is small like a child almost. I pause for a moment trying to think of something. My eyes fall upon the dagger. "First you put your sins behind you. It is in the past. You cannot change it. I'm not asking you to forgive yourself now. But you will need to do that eventually." She wipes her eyes as I speak. Her eyes also fall upon the dagger. She picks it up and stars at it for a moment. "You ask me to put my sins behind me. Perhaps I can do that."
Just a dream, just an, ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And that boy, that ordinary boy
Was it all in my head?
Didn't he ask if I would come along
It all seemed so real, but as I looked to the door
I saw that boy standing there with a deal, and he said
We bury the dagger under the rock. A symbolic burial of my past. Of my sins. Of the dead whose lives I took with that dagger. I sit on the ground next to Celeborn. He puts his arm around my shoulder. It feels good to be held. It felt even better to bury the knife. We sit in silence for a long time. But then Celeborn raises his voice in lament. He has a beautiful voice. The song sings of the past and how it can hold us. But then it changes. It becomes a song of hope. Of the future. Of how the past cannot bind us forever. I let silent tears slip down my cheeks. They are no longer tears of sorrow, but tears of hope. When he ends I feel light and filled with gratefulness to Celeborn. I turn to him. He is also crying. But a smile graces his handsome face. I take his hand and gently squeeze it. He turns his smile to me and I return it. We need no words. Something more has happened today. And I am happy for it. We stand, hands still together. With one last look upon the grave of the past, we turn and leave.
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just tryin' to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy, but
He was looking to the sky