I Am Reborn
Mar. 11th, 2017 06:58 pmB2MeM Prompt and Path: “Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.” Mahatma Ghandi. Green Path.
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen/Character Study
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied character death
Characters: Glorfindel
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes (optional): This follows the assumption that Glorfindel of Gondolin and Rivendell were the same, and he returned to Middle-earth in the early Third Age. Also, I'm at the end of the Green Path! Hooray!
Summary: Sometimes the line between past and present, dreams and reality, can be blurred.
The mountain pass flashed with fire. His sword gleamed silver and black - cautious triumph - then his head snapped back, he was grasping at rushing air, his lungs stoppering, claws raking his back, and then -
He woke to birdsong, his eyes snapping open. It took a moment before he remembered - this was not the darkness between this world and the next. It was moonset, on the precipice of dawn. He inhaled the fragrance of Imladris in spring, filling his lungs with life-giving breath, relishing it, reciting his name and purpose aloud.
Because sometimes, when Glorfindel wakes, he forgets that he's alive.
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen/Character Study
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied character death
Characters: Glorfindel
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes (optional): This follows the assumption that Glorfindel of Gondolin and Rivendell were the same, and he returned to Middle-earth in the early Third Age. Also, I'm at the end of the Green Path! Hooray!
Summary: Sometimes the line between past and present, dreams and reality, can be blurred.
The mountain pass flashed with fire. His sword gleamed silver and black - cautious triumph - then his head snapped back, he was grasping at rushing air, his lungs stoppering, claws raking his back, and then -
He woke to birdsong, his eyes snapping open. It took a moment before he remembered - this was not the darkness between this world and the next. It was moonset, on the precipice of dawn. He inhaled the fragrance of Imladris in spring, filling his lungs with life-giving breath, relishing it, reciting his name and purpose aloud.
Because sometimes, when Glorfindel wakes, he forgets that he's alive.
no subject
Date: 2017-03-11 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 12:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-11 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 12:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-11 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-11 09:55 pm (UTC)Your creative drabble, fits and fills out just perfectly. Lovely writing.
no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-11 10:44 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-12 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-18 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-19 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-24 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-24 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-25 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-29 10:01 pm (UTC)