A/N: I don't own LotR, the Silmarillion, or the song "Goodbye to You."
Thingol and Melian
Of all the things I've believed in
I just want to get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by
I can see it in his eyes. He thinks of that jewel and that necklace at nearly every moment. The jewel that our daughter died retrieving. The necklace that was given for the protection of the unprotected. One the greatest work of the Elves. The other the greatest work of the Dwarves. And now both are his. One fault I have always found in my beloved is his arrogance. He thought our daughter was above a man's love. He thinks the Noldor are a people that should be kept from Doriath. Yet they are the people of his dear friend Finwe. Now his arrogance is growing again. He thinks not of the oaths the Sons of Feanor have sworn. He does not think that they will come for their jewel. Nor does he think that the Dwarves will come for their necklace. He believes that they will stand by and watch as he takes their work and keeps them for himself. I fear for my Elwe. He becomes like a new Feanor. Arrogant, prideful, ignorant.
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
It feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
And I said,
It will be done. The greatest works of Elves and Dwarves will be forged into one. And that work shall be mine. Greater than all I shall be and with that greatness I will go to Morgoth and defeat him with my power! I will be King of not just Beleriand, but of all of Middle-Earth. I will rise with all the strength of Manwe Sulimo! And Melian, yes Melian, she will take her rightful place as Queen of Arda. Greater than every lady who has lived or ever will live shall she be. My love. Together we will defeat Morgoth; rule all the world in good, and our daughter dearer to us than this greatness will be saved from the fate she has condemned herself to. And all because of the power that this creation, the greatest creation of the hands.
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
He is down there again. Down in the deepest smithies of Menegroth. Alone. With those who lust for the same thing he does. He has forgotten all that he once cared about. He thinks that this creation will solve all our problems. He will not listen to me anymore. I watch him in my mind in that deep place. "There is nothing I can do for you my husband," my thoughts say. "Please Eru, my heart tells me that Elwe and I will be gone soon. Please prove my heart wrong," I pray silently. But Eru does not hear my plea.
I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right
They are done. At last the greatest work ever is completed! The work that will give me ultimate power! What? They would keep it from me? How dare they! I am Elu Thingol! King of Beleriand and soon King of all Middle-Earth. They will not give it to me no matter what I say to them. Stop! They will take what is mine by force!
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
They are done. I can see it. No! Elwe what are you doing? You are alone and unarmed! They will take you from me! I cannot let this happen! I must go to him. I rush from my chambers through the many caves in our home. The scene in the smithies plays out in my mind. He fights them bravely. "Keep running," I command myself. One of them has a knife! Why must I be restrained to a body? No! I stop. They have dealt my love's death wound. My legs fall from beneath me. I hear his last words as those cowardly Naugrim run away with their prize.
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
I try to fight them, but there are too many. A knife. Pain. I know this wound is deadly. I who was born to eternal life must now suffer death. And all for this. My folly is clear in my mind. I was wrong. So wrong! It is becoming dark as I fall to the ground. The Silmaril is all I can see. "Melian! Forgive me! I love you!"
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
They bring his body to me. I barely listen to their words. I know what has passed. "Go," I order them. I am left alone with him who was my husband. He who I swore myself to till the end of time. I caress his cheek. His flesh is cold. I failed to protect him. Only now I weep. Begging, pleading with Mandos and Eru. "Let him come back to me! Let him live again!" But no one hears my words. They mean nothing. I hold Elwe close. This world means nothing to me anymore. I do not care for Doriath or Middle-Earth or Morgoth, or anything. I promised Lord Lorien and Lady Vana that I would return to them once my work in Middle-Earth was done. That time has now come. I look upon Elwe. "I forgive you my love." I cry till the tears no longer come.
And when the stars fall
I will lie awake
You're my shooting star
Thingol and Melian
Of all the things I've believed in
I just want to get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by
I can see it in his eyes. He thinks of that jewel and that necklace at nearly every moment. The jewel that our daughter died retrieving. The necklace that was given for the protection of the unprotected. One the greatest work of the Elves. The other the greatest work of the Dwarves. And now both are his. One fault I have always found in my beloved is his arrogance. He thought our daughter was above a man's love. He thinks the Noldor are a people that should be kept from Doriath. Yet they are the people of his dear friend Finwe. Now his arrogance is growing again. He thinks not of the oaths the Sons of Feanor have sworn. He does not think that they will come for their jewel. Nor does he think that the Dwarves will come for their necklace. He believes that they will stand by and watch as he takes their work and keeps them for himself. I fear for my Elwe. He becomes like a new Feanor. Arrogant, prideful, ignorant.
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
It feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
And I said,
It will be done. The greatest works of Elves and Dwarves will be forged into one. And that work shall be mine. Greater than all I shall be and with that greatness I will go to Morgoth and defeat him with my power! I will be King of not just Beleriand, but of all of Middle-Earth. I will rise with all the strength of Manwe Sulimo! And Melian, yes Melian, she will take her rightful place as Queen of Arda. Greater than every lady who has lived or ever will live shall she be. My love. Together we will defeat Morgoth; rule all the world in good, and our daughter dearer to us than this greatness will be saved from the fate she has condemned herself to. And all because of the power that this creation, the greatest creation of the hands.
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
He is down there again. Down in the deepest smithies of Menegroth. Alone. With those who lust for the same thing he does. He has forgotten all that he once cared about. He thinks that this creation will solve all our problems. He will not listen to me anymore. I watch him in my mind in that deep place. "There is nothing I can do for you my husband," my thoughts say. "Please Eru, my heart tells me that Elwe and I will be gone soon. Please prove my heart wrong," I pray silently. But Eru does not hear my plea.
I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right
They are done. At last the greatest work ever is completed! The work that will give me ultimate power! What? They would keep it from me? How dare they! I am Elu Thingol! King of Beleriand and soon King of all Middle-Earth. They will not give it to me no matter what I say to them. Stop! They will take what is mine by force!
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
They are done. I can see it. No! Elwe what are you doing? You are alone and unarmed! They will take you from me! I cannot let this happen! I must go to him. I rush from my chambers through the many caves in our home. The scene in the smithies plays out in my mind. He fights them bravely. "Keep running," I command myself. One of them has a knife! Why must I be restrained to a body? No! I stop. They have dealt my love's death wound. My legs fall from beneath me. I hear his last words as those cowardly Naugrim run away with their prize.
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
I try to fight them, but there are too many. A knife. Pain. I know this wound is deadly. I who was born to eternal life must now suffer death. And all for this. My folly is clear in my mind. I was wrong. So wrong! It is becoming dark as I fall to the ground. The Silmaril is all I can see. "Melian! Forgive me! I love you!"
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
They bring his body to me. I barely listen to their words. I know what has passed. "Go," I order them. I am left alone with him who was my husband. He who I swore myself to till the end of time. I caress his cheek. His flesh is cold. I failed to protect him. Only now I weep. Begging, pleading with Mandos and Eru. "Let him come back to me! Let him live again!" But no one hears my words. They mean nothing. I hold Elwe close. This world means nothing to me anymore. I do not care for Doriath or Middle-Earth or Morgoth, or anything. I promised Lord Lorien and Lady Vana that I would return to them once my work in Middle-Earth was done. That time has now come. I look upon Elwe. "I forgive you my love." I cry till the tears no longer come.
And when the stars fall
I will lie awake
You're my shooting star