Fan Fiction - Ostatní - Pán Prstenů
For Euphony of Love
Pozn.: Napsáno v rámci drabble meme, kdy jsem požádala o tři slůvka a nějakou dvojici. Slova, která inspirovala tuto drabble, byla: wave, light, silence.
It seemed almost as if the light of the stars above had gone out, for they suddenly appeared so bleak and mundane in comparison to the shine of his golden hair, the glow of his skin as he approached, his steps soundless on the grass.
My eyes had never seen anything, anyone as exquisite and beautiful as him as he walked towards me that night, thousands of years after we’d been torn apart. For a moment I believed that one of the Valar themselves had sailed from Valinor, perhaps to direct me on the difficult path that lay ahead of me.
And then he spoke, his voice a chime in the silence of the night, so familiar and yet so different, the voice of someone who had traveled beyond the world and back: “Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo. Elrond, son of Eärendil, I have returned from the Halls of Mandos, for a dark time is nearing. A shadow is coming upon us.”
“You bring a light that no shadow can vanquish,” I whispered, watching the smile light up his face. “Glorfindel,” I breathed and fell into his arms when he stretched them out towards me, my heart finally filling up with hope again.