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b2memB2MeM Challenge: 2016 Memories; 2007 Alphabet – like a gasping Galadriel
“It is said that the towers of Emyn Beraid were not built indeed by the Exiles of Númenor, but were raised by Gil-galad for Elendil, his friend; and the Seeing Stone of Emyn Beraid was set in Elostirion, the tallest of the towers. Thither Elendil would repair, and thence he would gaze out over the sundering seas, when the yearning of exile was upon him; and it is believed that thus he would at whiles see far away even the Tower of Avallónë upon Eressëa, where the Masterstone abode, and yet abides.”
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Character study?
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Elendil, Galadriel
Pairings:
Creators' Notes (optional):
Summary: Elendil gives Galadriel a taste of home one day…
"Come, my Lady, and look, if you will." They stood at the base of the Tower of Elostirion, which her kinsman had built for his use, and Galadriel marvelled at how much it recalled Ingwe's Tower in faraway Tirion.
"I will, if the way is not closed."
Elendil opened the door, and they ascended the winding stair together. The King of Men opened the trap door, and lowered the ladder. "I will ascend first, if you will permit me, my Lady."
"It would be a kindness, Aran Elendil, and I thank you." Climbing trees was one thing, but ladders inside unfamiliar towers...
So Elendil ascended, and Galadriel followed, accepting the hand the King of Men offered. Elros' long-son closed the door after her, and beckoned her to stand before the plinth, covered by a silken cloth. He withdrew the cloth, and revealed it; the Seeing-stone.
Her half-uncle's creation.
Galadriel could not help the sharp intake of breath as it drew her nearer. How she hated him, but this work of his hands was beautiful, and if it could show her, if she could see...
She looked, longing.
On the other side, she saw Aman spreading out before her; the mighty, snow-capped Pelori, the green fields of Yavanna, the woods of Orome, glittering Valmar with its jewelled mansions. At the foot of the Calacirya, Alqualonde by the pearl-strewn beaches - and on the green hill of Tuna, stood Tirion.
Tirion! She gasped.
"Atya...Emya..."
She never realised she had spoken aloud - and Elendil pretended ignorance as salty tears spilled down the Lady's pale cheeks.
“It is said that the towers of Emyn Beraid were not built indeed by the Exiles of Númenor, but were raised by Gil-galad for Elendil, his friend; and the Seeing Stone of Emyn Beraid was set in Elostirion, the tallest of the towers. Thither Elendil would repair, and thence he would gaze out over the sundering seas, when the yearning of exile was upon him; and it is believed that thus he would at whiles see far away even the Tower of Avallónë upon Eressëa, where the Masterstone abode, and yet abides.”
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Character study?
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Elendil, Galadriel
Pairings:
Creators' Notes (optional):
Summary: Elendil gives Galadriel a taste of home one day…
"Come, my Lady, and look, if you will." They stood at the base of the Tower of Elostirion, which her kinsman had built for his use, and Galadriel marvelled at how much it recalled Ingwe's Tower in faraway Tirion.
"I will, if the way is not closed."
Elendil opened the door, and they ascended the winding stair together. The King of Men opened the trap door, and lowered the ladder. "I will ascend first, if you will permit me, my Lady."
"It would be a kindness, Aran Elendil, and I thank you." Climbing trees was one thing, but ladders inside unfamiliar towers...
So Elendil ascended, and Galadriel followed, accepting the hand the King of Men offered. Elros' long-son closed the door after her, and beckoned her to stand before the plinth, covered by a silken cloth. He withdrew the cloth, and revealed it; the Seeing-stone.
Her half-uncle's creation.
Galadriel could not help the sharp intake of breath as it drew her nearer. How she hated him, but this work of his hands was beautiful, and if it could show her, if she could see...
She looked, longing.
On the other side, she saw Aman spreading out before her; the mighty, snow-capped Pelori, the green fields of Yavanna, the woods of Orome, glittering Valmar with its jewelled mansions. At the foot of the Calacirya, Alqualonde by the pearl-strewn beaches - and on the green hill of Tuna, stood Tirion.
Tirion! She gasped.
"Atya...Emya..."
She never realised she had spoken aloud - and Elendil pretended ignorance as salty tears spilled down the Lady's pale cheeks.
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Date: 2016-04-05 03:45 am (UTC)