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A Moment after Rain, by Elleth
B2MeM Challenge:
B13: Smells: Petrichor (Smell of Dust after Rain)
G59: Genre1: Tragedy
Format: Poetry
Genre: Didactic Cinquain
Rating: Teens
Warnings: N/A
Characters: N/A
Pairings: N/A
Summary: A moment after rain on the Hill of the Slain.
Petrichor
Gentle, clean,
Haudh-en-Ndengin's grass breathes
Over bones, rusting blades,
Relief.
B13: Smells: Petrichor (Smell of Dust after Rain)
G59: Genre1: Tragedy
Format: Poetry
Genre: Didactic Cinquain
Rating: Teens
Warnings: N/A
Characters: N/A
Pairings: N/A
Summary: A moment after rain on the Hill of the Slain.
Petrichor
Gentle, clean,
Haudh-en-Ndengin's grass breathes
Over bones, rusting blades,
Relief.
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Have you read Cirdan's story in which it is Maedhros who makes the grass grow?
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I went to find it after reading your comment this morning, and found it quite lovely and touching. It's a nice thought that that's the origin of the grass.
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‘It’s a good thing, I don’t mind the rain’, said Fingon, laughing, ‘considering where I live!’
He made a wide sweeping gesture; a spray of fine droplets flew from his braids and across Maedhros’s face.
‘Don’t you love the smell of the countryside after rain?’
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Sun sparkled on rain drops beneath the eaves of Taur-im-Duinath.
‘Close your eyes’, said Maedhros. ‘Smell the wetness on the grass and on the trees.’
‘Why?’ asked Elros.
‘You need to know how things ought to smell to detect anything out of place that might be dangerous. And also…’
‘And also?’ asked Elrond.
Maedhros gave him a cautious smile.
‘And also just because, for its own sake.’
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Thank you, thank you, thank you! I do love it! :) (Though whatever I did to deserve it I have no idea.)
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I must admit that I actually posted it to my journal in the meantime, in a fit of panic that maybe it was really awful. (When I re-read this sentence, it doesn't seem to make sense, but I guess I'm a bit strange that way.)
I see you've posted the cinquain on SWG with the rest of your fics, now! That's great, because that's the real home of my Maedhros stories as well.
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- Erulisse (one L)
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A beautiful poem for a tragic place. X
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