Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight

Beta: Khylaren, Ilye

epilogue

They have gone. The only ones left here will become lost to the world of Men. I was happy to see my Lord's remaining children board the ship, just as I had promised him I would do after he left. For them to see their Naneth once more will heal their torn spirits. I can only love them from these shores now, for I will never walk the lands of my birth.

His presence warms the spirit that would be cold if I were alone. We still reside in Imladris, but he speaks of traveling away from these lonely and haunted halls. Though we are together, we are alone. I try to bring the smile to his face as often as I can, but I do find it hard when the sun seems obscured for me.

He waits for me now, out on the lawn, gazing at the sky. I am sure his mind travels back to when our Lord and Lady graced this realm, when the twins ran through the halls and Arwen tormented the house cat. And times of festival and of marriage. He tries not to think of the sorrowful times of the past or the ones to come. How do I know this? Because I do the same.

I would not change my choice, though. To be here, at his side, is worth any price.

My memory is long.

It is clear and bright, alive with the love I felt in those days.

He looks to me now and whispers to the Elf at his side. Two sets of eyes fall on me, and I smile at them.

My new family. My new Lord. He will always be the Lord of my heart.

"Glorfindel!" Erestor called, waving at him. "Will you not join us? Or will you waste this beautiful afternoon with your writing?"

Maglor chuckled, lying back on the grass and casting his gaze skyward. Glorfindel shook his head, and Erestor waved again.

"I will be there in a moment, melethen," Glorfindel said, returning to his journal.

The shores of Aman are beautiful and blinding white, but nothing will compare to his smile. He is my reason for living, and to leave him here would cleave my soul in two. No, so long as he looks to me with mithril eyes warm with love, I will remain at his side. His smile warms my dimming spirit.

Glorfindel lifted his eyes again, and Erestor still watched him. Slowly, the Elda was blinded by the brilliance of the Noldo's smile.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous Translations Naneth - mother melethen - my love		Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight Beta: Khylaren, Ilye epilogue They have gone. The only ones left here will become lost to the world of Men. I was happy to see my Lord's remaining children board the ship, just as I had promised him I would do after he left. For them to see their Naneth once more will heal their torn spirits. I can only love them from these shores now, for I will never walk the lands of my birth. His presence warms the spirit that would be cold if I were alone. We still reside in Imladris, but he speaks of traveling away from these lonely and haunted halls. Though we are together, we are alone. I try to bring the smile to his face as often as I can, but I do find it hard when the sun seems obscured for me. He waits for me now, out on the lawn, gazing at the sky. I am sure his mind travels back to when our Lord and Lady graced this realm, when the twins ran through the halls and Arwen tormented the house cat. And times of festival and of marriage. He tries not to think of the sorrowful times of the past or the ones to come. How do I know this? Because I do the same. I would not change my choice, though. To be here, at his side, is worth any price. My memory is long. It is clear and bright, alive with the love I felt in those days. He looks to me now and whispers to the Elf at his side. Two sets of eyes fall on me, and I smile at them. My new family. My new Lord. He will always be the Lord of my heart. "Glorfindel!" Erestor called, waving at him. "Will you not join us? Or will you waste this beautiful afternoon with your writing?" Maglor chuckled, lying back on the grass and casting his gaze skyward. Glorfindel shook his head, and Erestor waved again. "I will be there in a moment, melethen," Glorfindel said, returning to his journal. The shores of Aman are beautiful and blinding white, but nothing will compare to his smile. He is my reason for living, and to leave him here would cleave my soul in two. No, so long as he looks to me with mithril eyes warm with love, I will remain at his side. His smile warms my dimming spirit. Glorfindel lifted his eyes again, and Erestor still watched him. Slowly, the Elda was blinded by the brilliance of the Noldo's smile.