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Adult +
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Golden letters.
Title: Golden letters.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei.
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel.
Rating: PG - Though character death.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Erestor says goodbye.
Golden letters.
It was a nice day, calm and warm. A good day to finally say…goodbye. His stride slowed as he approached it. He had put off seeing it, but longed for some sort of connection with that which he knew was no more. Standing before it now, he crouched down, and smiled a secret, sad sort of smile. He had said that he always loved to see him smile. .
He reached out and followed the golden, engraved words upon the stone plaque with a single finger. The heartbreak was yet still too near for him, though; seeing his beloved’s name, such a simple thing, invoked such bittersweet pleasure.
He had come alone, he wished to be alone. And now, sitting before an empty grave to commemorate the one he had loved above all else, he suddenly felt overwhelmed by his grief, though this time he did not cry out, he showed no outward sign of mourning as he smiled his smile, just for him, and followed the elegantly carved letters of his beloved’s name.
G - His finger followed the curve of the letter, and he said hello.
“Hello, you,” he whispered, his voice heartbreakingly frail but intimate. “So this is where you are hiding.”
L - His digit gently caressed the letter’s slope.
“I miss you, oh how I miss you.” Tears were inevitable, though he paid them no heed and continued to smile. He would smile for him, damn it.
O - He circled the letter, around and around, his hand trembling.
“They say with time this…this feeling...” he grounded out the word, “...will ease. But I think them wrong. Ai Glorfindel, it hurts…”
R - His finger pressed firmer, as if doing so would draw heat from the cold metal.
“…it hurts to wake without you. It hurts to not feel you. It hurts to not see you…” His voice failed him and trailed off into nothing as it became harder to maintain his smile.
But he knew that somewhere, somewhere his beloved was watching, and he would not falter.
F - . He sat now closer to the stone plaque, leaning lightly against it as he continued to follow the letters.
“And I know that I must be strong, but…” He took a moment to simply breathe, and to calm what felt like an uncontrollable flood rushing forwards. “…but to sit here and speak to you…and…” Loosing the battle, his voice came out as a croak, “…and to hear nothing but silence there after…,” his voice now only a faintest whisper, “…it kills me,”
I - As if the letter itself were a tress of golden hair did he appraise it, stroke it.
“I would never have thought to miss your inane babble so.” He was able to force a small, but genuine bubble of laughter from his clenching throat. “..you spoke such utter nonsense at times, and how I adored you for it.” The clouds passing above shifted and allowed a few precious, bright rays of the sun to seep through, warming Erestor’s hands. He closed his eyes, as he felt as if for a moment the warmth was kissing away his tears.
N - Sniffing, he followed the straight lines and, wiping gently at his eyes, he turned
them upwards to the heavens, absorbing all he could of the fleeting, gentle caress he
swore he could feel upon the breeze.
“To begin with, where I would demand it reflect your eyes, the sky lost all of its blue. Ripened grain no longer shimmered gold as you once so did…”
D - He sighed sadly now and, as he had so many times before, nearly gave in to the urge to lie down and sleep deeply. Too deeply.
“…Today I, I lay amongst every remaining item of clothing I have of yours. I wrapped your tunic sleeves about me, imagining they were you arms, and nearly screamed when I realised that it was loosing your scent.”
E - Just one more letter...
“So that is what brought me here. The sky was not blue, and grain was not golden, and no longer could I smell your scent. And so, with no more morose wails, with no more mindless screams of your name left within me, I was forced to think of other things. I thought of the first time you held my hand. The first time we kissed. The first time we made love…” His voice, though straining to remain strong, came out as no more than a faint whisper, “…the last time we made love.”
L - The breeze stirred his hair about his shoulders, the sun beamed as strongly as it could. The golden letters of his beloved’s name shone brightly as he circled that last letter.
“And remembering all this, somewhere inside I felt a small spark of warmth, and the faintest of voices spoke to me…”
His fingers trailed across all of the shimmering letters lovingly.
GLORFINDEL
“That warmth…for the shortest of moments dried my blurry eyes, and I saw that the sky was blue, and that the wheat in the fields, was once again golden. I could remember the scent of your hair, the feel of your skin and the way that you used to look only at me.” Here he smiled to himself. “And do you know what that voice said? That oh so familiar voice that was in sync with my very breath and pulse? It said…” He steadied his breath, and whispered, “‘…wait’.”
Back and forth his fingers lovingly traced the name, the gold of his ring momentarily melding and becoming lost amongst the letters.
“I could deny you nothing.” He laughed, imagining how Glorfindel would have smiled and drawn him close then. “Well, here I am, and here I shall wait.”
He slowly rose from his cross-legged position, wiping the blades of grass from his knees. He looked down at the stone plaque and, bringing his finger tips to his lips, he bent once more to touch them to the golden letters. “I will wait, and I will smile. I will always smile for you.”
He stepped back, not noting the erratic direction of the breeze, or how the sun cast moving shadows along the ground from invisible standing figures. Summoning all of his courage, he breathed deeply and vowed to be strong enough to return the next day, and the day after, until one day he would have no need to return to this secluded and silent place of mourning.
“I love you, Glorfindel,” he said, and headed back home, smiling, when he felt that small burst of warmth return and that faint voice whispered back at him from within,
“And I love you.”
The End.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei.
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel.
Rating: PG - Though character death.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Erestor says goodbye.
Golden letters.
It was a nice day, calm and warm. A good day to finally say…goodbye. His stride slowed as he approached it. He had put off seeing it, but longed for some sort of connection with that which he knew was no more. Standing before it now, he crouched down, and smiled a secret, sad sort of smile. He had said that he always loved to see him smile. .
He reached out and followed the golden, engraved words upon the stone plaque with a single finger. The heartbreak was yet still too near for him, though; seeing his beloved’s name, such a simple thing, invoked such bittersweet pleasure.
He had come alone, he wished to be alone. And now, sitting before an empty grave to commemorate the one he had loved above all else, he suddenly felt overwhelmed by his grief, though this time he did not cry out, he showed no outward sign of mourning as he smiled his smile, just for him, and followed the elegantly carved letters of his beloved’s name.
G - His finger followed the curve of the letter, and he said hello.
“Hello, you,” he whispered, his voice heartbreakingly frail but intimate. “So this is where you are hiding.”
L - His digit gently caressed the letter’s slope.
“I miss you, oh how I miss you.” Tears were inevitable, though he paid them no heed and continued to smile. He would smile for him, damn it.
O - He circled the letter, around and around, his hand trembling.
“They say with time this…this feeling...” he grounded out the word, “...will ease. But I think them wrong. Ai Glorfindel, it hurts…”
R - His finger pressed firmer, as if doing so would draw heat from the cold metal.
“…it hurts to wake without you. It hurts to not feel you. It hurts to not see you…” His voice failed him and trailed off into nothing as it became harder to maintain his smile.
But he knew that somewhere, somewhere his beloved was watching, and he would not falter.
F - . He sat now closer to the stone plaque, leaning lightly against it as he continued to follow the letters.
“And I know that I must be strong, but…” He took a moment to simply breathe, and to calm what felt like an uncontrollable flood rushing forwards. “…but to sit here and speak to you…and…” Loosing the battle, his voice came out as a croak, “…and to hear nothing but silence there after…,” his voice now only a faintest whisper, “…it kills me,”
I - As if the letter itself were a tress of golden hair did he appraise it, stroke it.
“I would never have thought to miss your inane babble so.” He was able to force a small, but genuine bubble of laughter from his clenching throat. “..you spoke such utter nonsense at times, and how I adored you for it.” The clouds passing above shifted and allowed a few precious, bright rays of the sun to seep through, warming Erestor’s hands. He closed his eyes, as he felt as if for a moment the warmth was kissing away his tears.
N - Sniffing, he followed the straight lines and, wiping gently at his eyes, he turned
them upwards to the heavens, absorbing all he could of the fleeting, gentle caress he
swore he could feel upon the breeze.
“To begin with, where I would demand it reflect your eyes, the sky lost all of its blue. Ripened grain no longer shimmered gold as you once so did…”
D - He sighed sadly now and, as he had so many times before, nearly gave in to the urge to lie down and sleep deeply. Too deeply.
“…Today I, I lay amongst every remaining item of clothing I have of yours. I wrapped your tunic sleeves about me, imagining they were you arms, and nearly screamed when I realised that it was loosing your scent.”
E - Just one more letter...
“So that is what brought me here. The sky was not blue, and grain was not golden, and no longer could I smell your scent. And so, with no more morose wails, with no more mindless screams of your name left within me, I was forced to think of other things. I thought of the first time you held my hand. The first time we kissed. The first time we made love…” His voice, though straining to remain strong, came out as no more than a faint whisper, “…the last time we made love.”
L - The breeze stirred his hair about his shoulders, the sun beamed as strongly as it could. The golden letters of his beloved’s name shone brightly as he circled that last letter.
“And remembering all this, somewhere inside I felt a small spark of warmth, and the faintest of voices spoke to me…”
His fingers trailed across all of the shimmering letters lovingly.
GLORFINDEL
“That warmth…for the shortest of moments dried my blurry eyes, and I saw that the sky was blue, and that the wheat in the fields, was once again golden. I could remember the scent of your hair, the feel of your skin and the way that you used to look only at me.” Here he smiled to himself. “And do you know what that voice said? That oh so familiar voice that was in sync with my very breath and pulse? It said…” He steadied his breath, and whispered, “‘…wait’.”
Back and forth his fingers lovingly traced the name, the gold of his ring momentarily melding and becoming lost amongst the letters.
“I could deny you nothing.” He laughed, imagining how Glorfindel would have smiled and drawn him close then. “Well, here I am, and here I shall wait.”
He slowly rose from his cross-legged position, wiping the blades of grass from his knees. He looked down at the stone plaque and, bringing his finger tips to his lips, he bent once more to touch them to the golden letters. “I will wait, and I will smile. I will always smile for you.”
He stepped back, not noting the erratic direction of the breeze, or how the sun cast moving shadows along the ground from invisible standing figures. Summoning all of his courage, he breathed deeply and vowed to be strong enough to return the next day, and the day after, until one day he would have no need to return to this secluded and silent place of mourning.
“I love you, Glorfindel,” he said, and headed back home, smiling, when he felt that small burst of warmth return and that faint voice whispered back at him from within,
“And I love you.”
The End.