when the moon sets in grey by kimaracretak

[kimaracretak]

B2MeM Prompt and Category: Daily Prompt #1, "The wind began to blow steadily out of the West and pour the water of the distant seas on the dark heads of the hills in fine drenching rain"

Format: Double drabble

Genre: Angst, femslash

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Characters: Goldberry, Lady of the Blue Brooch

Pairings: Goldberry/Lady of the Blue Brooch

Creator’s Notes: I write the Lady as a Caroldan woman who, while Goldberry's lover, falls under the influence of a Ring and becomes a Black Rider. Read more about her and her story here (this one rated T), here (this one rated M), and here (this one rated T)

Summary: On a rainy night, Goldberry and her former lover take a moment to reflect

Goldberry watches the rain from deep under the river, tiny stubborn drops hardly making a dent in the surface of her waters before they are swallowed up and away, consumed and loved.

The rain tastes of the deep dark of faraway seas, when she opens her mouth for it. The rain sings of the lost and the drowned, when she opens her ears to it.

Goldberry floats suspended in her own private realm and adds each sensation to her collection with a frown.

 

The rains today do not sing of Nînazîr, and Goldberry grows more lonely with each stolen droplet.

 

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Nînazîr watches the rain from under a small outcropping of rock while her horse grazes nearby. It's an awful damp rain, made so sharp by the western wind her small cover does naught.

 

Her bones ached from the strike of these fine cold needles, when she was human. A river would shelter her, when she was a lover.

 

Nînazîr shuts her eyes, but she does not need them to see the ring bright against her finger, nor to see Goldberry's face.

 

The winds no longer speak, and as her hair tangles round her neck Nînazîr thinks she remembers loneliness.