Of Sea Longings and Broken Dams
Actually, it says 'Of sea awakening and broken wall for water,' but I'm doing my best with a very limited Sindarian dictionary.
posted once under bill the pony, once undre eldameldo, and now under Sentra.... i need to make up my mind...
This is most likely to be a one shot, inspired be the poem written by EldarExilePrincess, called Legolas Greenleaf, lover of the trees.
He was alone.
He sat, alone, on the curved dome roof of one of the many towers of Gondor.
As much as he hated being alone, he forced himself to remain so. His eyes we dulled, and betrayed him with trails of tears. Far off, his eyes caught sight of the moon reflecting in the sea. He felt so lost, so unsure and he felt ashamed as he tried to blink back his anguish.
He wiped his face clean as a kindred looked up from below.
She sat down, dark hair hiding her own features. This was not the first time she had found the Prince. She would come up and sit in silence with him until the sun rose.
Ever there, but as slow poison, the lack of rest on body and mind was drawing the Prince away from them. And she decided she could no longer sit, and let him fade.
'Legolas?'
The single word, spoken in a nervous whisper became a crack in the dam and just as water flows, so did his words. Softly they came, not more than a trickle.
'Arwen.. . I don't want.'
He sighed and looked to her. In another's presence, his mask was on, defending his hurting soul.
But she looked back with a gaze at which no one had yet denied her.
'I just do not know what to do anymore. I though that I would either be killed in this, or I would return home, and now neither is open to me.'
Then, a gushing stream.
'Even here, they scream at me. Since I heard that vile gull, I... They... they scream at me, and I can not make them understand that it is not my fault.'
'They scream?'
'The trees. The trees curse me. Even here, I feel their anger. It stabs my heart and causes ever breath to ache. I long to go to father -'
And at last, a maelstrom.
'To ask for help, but I fear the trees. If those of Gondor readily show me anger, if ones o do not know hate me, than how will the great ones of my home treat me? What more will they hold against me?'
And now the flow shall ebb.
'I have written to him. He does not reply. Does he hate me as well? Does he wish ill of me? Does he too wish me to suffer alone?'
'Dear little Greenleaf, you are not alone! Aragon is here, as well as Gimli - are you not great friend with them?'
'But what of when they pass on, as all mortals do?'
'And what of me? I shall be here for ever as well.'
'Arwen...'
'And maybe you will have finished what calls you to stay. Maybe then you can follow your longing for the sea.'
Then, all is followed by a calm aftermath, in which the survivors look about, and find the good among the damage.
'Remember, as long as I, Aragon, Gimli - as long as we all draw breath, we will always be near, for you.'
Finish
Yea. Now I am not a big Arwen fan, but perhaps, Arwen of the books needs someone to cut her some slack.
first writen: 12-2-03