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Orual · 05-13-2003, 04:32 PM

Anson stood sadly by Gondolin's grave, his arm around a weeping Peony's shoulders. His own eyes were not dry, and his heart ached. For all of his talk at the Pony about not coming back alive, he had not truly expected to lose a companion. And surely not Gondolin, brave and strong as the elf had been. He drew a deep, shaky breath, and unconsciously tightened his grip on Peony's shoulders.

"Hiruvalyë hîdh ab 'wanath," Andunériel murmured. Anson looked toward her, and saw a single tear shining on her cheek. He did not know what her words meant, but he knew that he shared her pain.

"Brave in life and in death, find peace, Gondolin," Anson said hoarsely, kneeling by the grave and resting his right hand on it. His tears fell on the freshly turned earth, and he stepped back slowly. The others added their farwells, ending with Marsilion, who spoke as they began to leave.

"May the stars shine on the end of your road, friend," he said, and they left.

The quiet lands of the Shire finally lay before him, the rest of the world behind him. He could hardly believe that it was really there; the familiar farms, the softly murmuring rivers, the whispering forests. He shrugged his pack onto his shoulder, and smiled in turn at Peony and Ferdibrand. They were home.

They had taken leave of Luin and Andunériel at Rivendell, then of Elen and Marsilion, and finally Tinüsel in Bree. The markéd absence of Gondolin's leavetaking hit them all like a punch, but the world turned, and life went on.

Any hurts that had remained despite Andunériel's healing--and they were few enough--were taken care of in Rivendell, but the memories would last forever. There were wounds deeper than sword cuts that would take longer to heal, but they would heal.

After taking his leave of Peony and Ferdibrand, Anson went on the journey back to his farm. The ainereg would be dispersed as needed, now that it was in the right hands. He only hoped that the disease had not done too much damage while they were away.

Smoke rose from the chimney as he approached his home, and a slow smile spread on his face. Little Celandine, his fourth child, was out in the yard with Rudy. When she saw him, she gave a shriek and, scooping Rudy up, ran to meet him. The house came alive, and his whole family rushed out--all of them. He was not too late.

Smothered in hugs and kisses, Anson felt his thoughts drifting back to his company. As he embraced Della, he thought,

Thank you, Gondolin...Everwood, Greendale, Andunériel...all of you. My family is safe.

[ May 13, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

05-13-2003, 04:32 PM	#1
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Anson stood sadly by Gondolin's grave, his arm around a weeping Peony's shoulders. His own eyes were not dry, and his heart ached. For all of his talk at the Pony about not coming back alive, he had not truly expected to lose a companion. And surely not Gondolin, brave and strong as the elf had been. He drew a deep, shaky breath, and unconsciously tightened his grip on Peony's shoulders. "Hiruvalyë hîdh ab 'wanath," Andunériel murmured. Anson looked toward her, and saw a single tear shining on her cheek. He did not know what her words meant, but he knew that he shared her pain. "Brave in life and in death, find peace, Gondolin," Anson said hoarsely, kneeling by the grave and resting his right hand on it. His tears fell on the freshly turned earth, and he stepped back slowly. The others added their farwells, ending with Marsilion, who spoke as they began to leave. "May the stars shine on the end of your road, friend," he said, and they left. The quiet lands of the Shire finally lay before him, the rest of the world behind him. He could hardly believe that it was really there; the familiar farms, the softly murmuring rivers, the whispering forests. He shrugged his pack onto his shoulder, and smiled in turn at Peony and Ferdibrand. They were home. They had taken leave of Luin and Andunériel at Rivendell, then of Elen and Marsilion, and finally Tinüsel in Bree. The markéd absence of Gondolin's leavetaking hit them all like a punch, but the world turned, and life went on. Any hurts that had remained despite Andunériel's healing--and they were few enough--were taken care of in Rivendell, but the memories would last forever. There were wounds deeper than sword cuts that would take longer to heal, but they would heal. After taking his leave of Peony and Ferdibrand, Anson went on the journey back to his farm. The ainereg would be dispersed as needed, now that it was in the right hands. He only hoped that the disease had not done too much damage while they were away. Smoke rose from the chimney as he approached his home, and a slow smile spread on his face. Little Celandine, his fourth child, was out in the yard with Rudy. When she saw him, she gave a shriek and, scooping Rudy up, ran to meet him. The house came alive, and his whole family rushed out--all of them. He was not too late. Smothered in hugs and kisses, Anson felt his thoughts drifting back to his company. As he embraced Della, he thought, Thank you, Gondolin...Everwood, Greendale, Andunériel...all of you. My family is safe. [ May 13, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"