Ooh, lovely. It made me think a little bit of The Waste Land - "April is the cruellest month". New life isn't always a sign of hope.
This part is beautiful:
Steadily out of the West it came now, with an air of ancient memory, some sweetness almost forgotten, sending energy surging through him as he thought of distant seas on the edge of the earth, and remembered journeys in the Springtime of Valinor under the Trees, when Spring was something to look forward to, the start of another journey rather than another war.
I'll be thinking of this haunting piece for a long time.
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:13 pm (UTC)This part is beautiful:
Steadily out of the West it came now, with an air of ancient memory, some sweetness almost forgotten, sending energy surging through him as he thought of distant seas on the edge of the earth, and remembered journeys in the Springtime of Valinor under the Trees, when Spring was something to look forward to, the start of another journey rather than another war.
I'll be thinking of this haunting piece for a long time.