Hope Fades in a Silver Glass
a drabble series
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IV. Drabble IV: Then He Shall Weep
A hundred words, yet none were spoken. Elrond's council has been called and they learn that some things aren't meant to be.
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He blinks back the tears, but his vision is still a blur. "How is it that such cruel fate is before me?" His fists clench.
"You made your choice, my son."
"My heart is torn." He looks down, smiling bitterly. "I didn't even know till now."
"Go to him."
His chest constricts. "I cannot," he says.
"You have to." Gilraen lays a hand on his shoulder. "Be strong, Isildur's heir. A greater choice is yet to be set on your path."
He turns abruptly, swinging his fist to a tree. He barely felt the pain. "What greater choice than this?"
27 November 2005