To Hold a Star
A/N: This is in part inspired by Celebrían's view of her captors in Finding Celebrían and also in part inspired by a few scenes in Cassia's The Mellon Chronicles.
I feel these bonds upon my hands,
I feel my skin grinding into the sands,
I feel your blade cut deep within,
And I do nothing.
What drives you, oh Nameless One?
What drove you to hate the moon and sun?
What made you lust for blood and pain?
Does nothing of your black heart remain?
The blood flows freely from my body,
I am dying; and yet the sky is cloudy.
The stars are hidden from me,
Can you not wait, wait until I can see?
The mercy of the Orcs is few and far between,
Your blood is black, your blades are keen,
You hate all that love star-light,
But can you not permit me the sky's sight?
I see your hate within the redness,
And indecision; can you separate from the rest?
You are not like us, but maybe you understand and see,
Can you not give me mercy?
My companions are dead beside me, so still,
You have done the dead; all you want is to kill.
But you were once Elven, once like us,
Can you not learn to trust?
Your turn away; there's fear in your eyes,
You fear my words, these last death-cries,
Perhaps there is redemption for this shadow,
And yet, something forces you to say 'No.'
The blade presses deeper, but I am not afraid.
I have done my task, have not been waylaid.
You know that you were once good, once of light,
Before you turned to your darkest night.
Come back, oh nameless one!
Surely you shall not run?
You have some good within thee;
Perhaps one day you'll feel the Sea.
The blade cuts in; my time is over.
I never saw Varda, never beheld her.
But perhaps you'll one day see who you are,
Perhaps one day you'll hold a star.
Namárië,
Nallasariel the Weeper