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Belated Presentiment
… written for LiveJournal’s 50passages challenge.
Title: Belated Presentiment
Fandom: J.R.R. Tolkien – The Peredhil
Characters: Elrond / OFC
Prompt: # 007 (“We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where we can live together and both be content.”)
Word Count: 420
Rating: R (reference to character death)
Summary: A premonitory dream. Fact or fiction? An untimely death. Where does this leave our Peredhel?
Disclaimers: Tolkien is the consummate artist and Middle Earth is his chef d’oeuvre. I hold his work in highest regard and as such would not presume to unlawfully use his literary creations for profit. I am only borrowing from his imagination… for the pleasure of expounding on his already established genius.
Author’s notes: Accompanying piece to “Fate’s Unbidden Decree”.
Rhûn, Second Age
O! Behold the delights of an enchanted maid,
Heartache abound ere love’s acquaintance be fortunately made,
For a more blessed fate could not have been so dealt,
Neither by sorcery nor bewitchment, were it to be felt,
Than that of the love upon her person virtuously laid.
They believed you to be ensorcelled. As I stand here, bereft of feeling for the emptiness in my heart, I know myself bewitched. Had I ever imparted the truth of my heart’s ruling? Wouldst that I could’ve found the courage for such avowals. But ours was a doomed love. Your days were numbered and as such, my surrendering to so fierce an emotion was inconceivable. Thus, I left after a fortnight, promising to return at the last.
Yet, here I am… but where are you? What happened meleth nîn? A dream I had –a child there was. Our child. This gift of foresight, ‘tis not an exact science. Still, I came forthwith. Alas, seemingly too late. Just a dream then.
Your people tell me that you abandoned them months ago, wishing to be alone at the end. I wonder, would you have done the same, had you known about death’s precipitated arrival? Though your final days were not meant to be solitary; I was to be with you. I was too late… even if, in fact, I came beforehand.
What happened meleth nîn?
They say your body was returned to them by some Easterlings a sennight past. They say little else, despite my urgings. Particularly reclusive culture –faerie folks. At least you were at peace, so they reckon –light and love shone in your eyes! It comforts me greatly to trust in such a notion.
The wind has turned rather cold as the sun slowly sets on the horizon. Or it may be that the chill comes from within. I don’t think I could tell the difference just now. They’ve chosen an appropriate site for your final resting place, with a breathtaking view… the Sea of Rhûn –how you loved its embodiment of freedom. Does your faer drift uninhibited across the tranquil waters? Where are you meleth nîn?
Do you remember that day in the vineyard? How frivolous we were –daring to dream of forever after, despite your imminent demise. We believed that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps find somewhere a land where we could live together and both be content. Suddenly, it all seems so absurd. Has hope forsaken me?
What happened Eressë?
Elvish translations:
Meleth nîn – my love
Faer – spirit
Title: Belated Presentiment
Fandom: J.R.R. Tolkien – The Peredhil
Characters: Elrond / OFC
Prompt: # 007 (“We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where we can live together and both be content.”)
Word Count: 420
Rating: R (reference to character death)
Summary: A premonitory dream. Fact or fiction? An untimely death. Where does this leave our Peredhel?
Disclaimers: Tolkien is the consummate artist and Middle Earth is his chef d’oeuvre. I hold his work in highest regard and as such would not presume to unlawfully use his literary creations for profit. I am only borrowing from his imagination… for the pleasure of expounding on his already established genius.
Author’s notes: Accompanying piece to “Fate’s Unbidden Decree”.
Rhûn, Second Age
They believed you to be ensorcelled. As I stand here, bereft of feeling for the emptiness in my heart, I know myself bewitched. Had I ever imparted the truth of my heart’s ruling? Wouldst that I could’ve found the courage for such avowals. But ours was a doomed love. Your days were numbered and as such, my surrendering to so fierce an emotion was inconceivable. Thus, I left after a fortnight, promising to return at the last.
Yet, here I am… but where are you? What happened meleth nîn? A dream I had –a child there was. Our child. This gift of foresight, ‘tis not an exact science. Still, I came forthwith. Alas, seemingly too late. Just a dream then.
Your people tell me that you abandoned them months ago, wishing to be alone at the end. I wonder, would you have done the same, had you known about death’s precipitated arrival? Though your final days were not meant to be solitary; I was to be with you. I was too late… even if, in fact, I came beforehand.
What happened meleth nîn?
They say your body was returned to them by some Easterlings a sennight past. They say little else, despite my urgings. Particularly reclusive culture –faerie folks. At least you were at peace, so they reckon –light and love shone in your eyes! It comforts me greatly to trust in such a notion.
The wind has turned rather cold as the sun slowly sets on the horizon. Or it may be that the chill comes from within. I don’t think I could tell the difference just now. They’ve chosen an appropriate site for your final resting place, with a breathtaking view… the Sea of Rhûn –how you loved its embodiment of freedom. Does your faer drift uninhibited across the tranquil waters? Where are you meleth nîn?
Do you remember that day in the vineyard? How frivolous we were –daring to dream of forever after, despite your imminent demise. We believed that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps find somewhere a land where we could live together and both be content. Suddenly, it all seems so absurd. Has hope forsaken me?
What happened Eressë?
Elvish translations:
Meleth nîn – my love
Faer – spirit