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b2memPrompt: "They had begun to forget: forget their own beginnings and legends, forget what little they had known about the greatness of the world.” (Unfinished Tales, Part Three, III, The Quest of Erebor)
Format: Writing
Genre: Character Study
Ratings: Gen.
Warnings: Reference to canonical character death
Characters: None
Pairings: Beren/Lúthien
Summary: Beren and Lúthien in Tol Galen.
The seasons were beginning to turn again, the old woman thought. She settled her hand upon the loom and stopped her weaving for the night. She rose, slowly, without the grace that had long been hers, and walked carefully towards the door. Her husband stood near the edge of the enclosure: several fowl, some goats, a mule to carry the crops in during the harvest and a very old war horse might be found in their individual paddocks. He was stooped now, as she was, no longer as tall or as strong as he once had been, though he remained fair still in her eyes. He turned his head as she approached and smiled.
“Is it what you imagined, Tinúviel? All of those years ago? A life such as this?”
“No,” she replied, leaning against him. “I think it might be better.”
Format: Writing
Genre: Character Study
Ratings: Gen.
Warnings: Reference to canonical character death
Characters: None
Pairings: Beren/Lúthien
Summary: Beren and Lúthien in Tol Galen.
The seasons were beginning to turn again, the old woman thought. She settled her hand upon the loom and stopped her weaving for the night. She rose, slowly, without the grace that had long been hers, and walked carefully towards the door. Her husband stood near the edge of the enclosure: several fowl, some goats, a mule to carry the crops in during the harvest and a very old war horse might be found in their individual paddocks. He was stooped now, as she was, no longer as tall or as strong as he once had been, though he remained fair still in her eyes. He turned his head as she approached and smiled.
“Is it what you imagined, Tinúviel? All of those years ago? A life such as this?”
“No,” she replied, leaning against him. “I think it might be better.”
