when the moon sets in grey by kimaracretak

[fiachairecht]

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.

 

**

 

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.

Comments

[kayleearafinwiel]

Oh I like your Nînazîr! Poor her, and Goldberry :(

[fiachairecht]

aw, i'm glad, i like her too! one day i'll write the happy(ish) ending they deserve!

[ex_mithrial116]

Beautifully written. Goldberry and A Nazgûl - Ringwraith woman is a fascinating idea.

Yet another fic I need to make time for.

[fiachairecht]

thank you! i love the ringwraiths and i love goldberry as both things that are not quite properly of the world, so combining my loves seemed only natural :)

[elleth]

I love so much about this - the pairing itself, the idea that there are female Ringwraiths, and then your writing. *__* It's gorgeous as usual, but there's something about the prose here that really stands out even if I can't put my finger on what it is exactly.

And oh, Goldberry - "her waters" is such a spot-on observation about the way she'd think, and I love her collection of sensations. It makes her stand out as a spirit. <3 Having Nînazîr not occur in the songs that she's hearing must be heartbreaking, not just for loneliness, but also with the implication that she's still alive (for a given value of that).

And it's beautiful - if so sad - that Nînazîr can remember Goldberry with as much clarity as she feels the Ring influence her. (You're still in trouble for this, by the way. *nosekisses* <3)

[fiachairecht]

*twirls* it is the best sort of trouble, though. thank you for the lovely comment, dear, i've not forgotten you helping me come up with ninazir's name years ago <3

[dawn_felagund]

This is beautiful! I'm always hesitant over drabbles--they either really work for me or really don't (they are also a format I find challenging to write)--but this one works! It has the evocative imagery and even a conflict, all done up in just a few words. The contrast between their perceptions--culminating in the shared experience of loneliness--is very nicely done.

I love this line: "... tiny stubborn drops hardly making a dent in the surface of her waters before they are swallowed up and away, consumed and loved."

And the pairing itself is intriguing! I will definitely be checking out more of your work.

[fiachairecht]

i'm so glad this worked for you! the particular challenge of drabbles is one i love, i find them a pretty useful tool for pinning down character beats in longer stories/wider universes and i'm so glad b2mem is giving me the opportunity to write them again :D

[hhimring]

How striking the end: that she only thinks she remembers loneliness, but that sounds even lonelier than loneliness.
And Goldberry doing her river-watery thing, but water cannot connect her to someone who has lost so much of herself.