Burden of Immortality
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,294
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Burden of Immortality
Disclaimer: Not mine, but Tolkien’s.
I’m not a native speaker so please forgive my possible mistakes. Feedback is welcome and appreciated.
Also a beta reader needed. :)
Burden of Immortality
My kin has been called the fairest and wisest on Arda and I know this to be true. Not only fair and wise we’re immortal. We live through eternities unless grief or death in a battle delivers our souls to the Halls of Mandos.
Our lives are long and filled with both joy and sorrow, peace and times of war. We see Arda change and the creatures in it born, develop and bloom. To us life in all of its forms is sacred. We are the Firstborn and communicate with nature and animals in a way unknown to other races. The Valar have blessed us. And yet I envy Men for a reason unknown. Wise as I may be, I do not understand myself.
What is it that intrigues me so in the race if Men? Is it because I’ve loved one of them and befriended a few others? I have lived for three thousand years. By Elven standards I’m young still but in the eyes of Men I’m ancient. My appearance is that of a young man’s and most Men think I’m on my early twenties. When they hear of my great age they are astonished. Some are terrified and others are intrigued. There has been only one Mortal who could accept all aspects of me: the Prince of Mirkwood, the golden Elven warrior, the loyal friend, the gentle lover.
It is said that Elves love many times during their long lives. I cannot tell if that’s true or not. For I have loved only one time and can only speak for myself. I fell for a Mortal who was promised to another. And yet he loved me like no one else. After his death I wished to enter the Halls of Waiting but something hindered me. My father, the King of Mirkwood reminded me of my duties as a prince and of my oath to protect my people until all of our kin have left for the Undying Lands.
All I have left is the hope that I and my beloved shall be united again beyond the sea. For surely the Valar aren’t cruel and keep us apart forever. For one of the Firstborn ‘forever’ is not just a word. It means an eternity. And after a few thousand years eternity is not so appealing anymore. I am afraid of it. It makes me feel stretched.
I do not know why I envy Men. But I know why they envy us: for our immortality. They envy us for something they can never understand. If they knew what they were envying for they would probably thank the almighty Valar for their own mortality. They may have to forsake their own lives but they don’t need to see everything they have cherished perish and fade away.
They don’t need to see everything they love die and turn into ash and dust.
I am three thousand years old. And only now have I begun to feel the burden of immortality.
I’m not a native speaker so please forgive my possible mistakes. Feedback is welcome and appreciated.
Also a beta reader needed. :)
Burden of Immortality
My kin has been called the fairest and wisest on Arda and I know this to be true. Not only fair and wise we’re immortal. We live through eternities unless grief or death in a battle delivers our souls to the Halls of Mandos.
Our lives are long and filled with both joy and sorrow, peace and times of war. We see Arda change and the creatures in it born, develop and bloom. To us life in all of its forms is sacred. We are the Firstborn and communicate with nature and animals in a way unknown to other races. The Valar have blessed us. And yet I envy Men for a reason unknown. Wise as I may be, I do not understand myself.
What is it that intrigues me so in the race if Men? Is it because I’ve loved one of them and befriended a few others? I have lived for three thousand years. By Elven standards I’m young still but in the eyes of Men I’m ancient. My appearance is that of a young man’s and most Men think I’m on my early twenties. When they hear of my great age they are astonished. Some are terrified and others are intrigued. There has been only one Mortal who could accept all aspects of me: the Prince of Mirkwood, the golden Elven warrior, the loyal friend, the gentle lover.
It is said that Elves love many times during their long lives. I cannot tell if that’s true or not. For I have loved only one time and can only speak for myself. I fell for a Mortal who was promised to another. And yet he loved me like no one else. After his death I wished to enter the Halls of Waiting but something hindered me. My father, the King of Mirkwood reminded me of my duties as a prince and of my oath to protect my people until all of our kin have left for the Undying Lands.
All I have left is the hope that I and my beloved shall be united again beyond the sea. For surely the Valar aren’t cruel and keep us apart forever. For one of the Firstborn ‘forever’ is not just a word. It means an eternity. And after a few thousand years eternity is not so appealing anymore. I am afraid of it. It makes me feel stretched.
I do not know why I envy Men. But I know why they envy us: for our immortality. They envy us for something they can never understand. If they knew what they were envying for they would probably thank the almighty Valar for their own mortality. They may have to forsake their own lives but they don’t need to see everything they have cherished perish and fade away.
They don’t need to see everything they love die and turn into ash and dust.
I am three thousand years old. And only now have I begun to feel the burden of immortality.