Hope Fades in a Silver Glass
a
drabble series
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VI. Drabble V: The Sun Will Shine
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 leans on the balcony of the open corridors of Imladris, tilting his head to welcome the warmth of the rising sun. He hears familiar footsteps coming his way. He smiles.
"It's been a while, ranger," he says, but an abrupt silence meets his greeting. He frowns, turning. He sees the man standing before him.
"Legolas," the man starts, but looks away.
He takes a step back, gripping the balcony railing. His smile falls away. The warmth he feels melts into a numbing coldness.
"Legolas, I…"
He forces a smile and just says, "We meet again, Ranger from the North."
19 December 2005