Mar. 11th, 2004

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Ok normaly i don't post these things until luthien potter has had a chance to edit them and give her advice but what the hey you can see the mess before she makes it into something readable
please keep in mind though that it's almost 12 when Zi'm adding this so i may come to my scences at some point.

For your reading pleasure:

The heavens open above me letting its cold tears of rainfall into the earth. The sound in-circles me and I can hear every drop splashing against the leaves of the trees and the soil of the earth. The splashes of rain falling into in the rivers as the two gently become one body of water that will one day find the sea. I sigh and realize that the rain has finally soaked though to my skin and leaves me cold. I stand up wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to drive away the cold despair of the rain and my heart. Everywhere the rain touches and echoes has reminded me that I am the last one here, and that my home, once full of life and knowledge, is empty. It looks the same, and even smells the same, but it feels so different. Sometimes I think I can see my sons, or hear them in the halls that I go down. But the echoes I hear are only in my mind and heart. When the wind blows past me I can almost hear the voices from the past, from the happy times of this house. My daughter, when she would come in calling for me… the sound of horses hooves on the stone, and even my advisers calling for me. These thoughts make me smile, but they do not fill the feeling of emptiness that has lingered in my heart. I lean against the pale walls, and sit on the floor and I cry. There is no one to see me now and far too soon I will leave this place and it will truly be empty and lost. In my heart I do not want to say goodbye to this place yet, but when I look at it now it’s changed. I know that it is not the same any longer because what truly brought me happiness is no longer here. It resides over the sea where the raindrops go, and in my heart where it will live forever. For even in tears there is hope and love.

After the storm had past Elrond glanced back at his home one last time before placing the gate key in his saddlebag and mounting he made his way to the sea.

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