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Fic: Gen: Gloaming (LOTR)
Title: Gloaming
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: FC Gen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them nor do I profit from their use.
Warnings: Sap!
Beta: Larian Elensar
Cast: Celeborn, Shadowfax
Archive: OEAM
Author’s Note: I am a completely hopeless sap. Gloaming means twilight or dusk.
Spoilers: Um well, if you don’t know the story of LOTR, yes.
Summary: Celeborn talks to Shadowfax
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GLOAMING
Galadriel slammed the door in his face. He sighed, wondering what he had done this time. In six thousand years and more, they had their share of fights and arguments. Most of the time, he had no idea why they were fighting and he had learned to wait until she was ready to make up. Making up was surely sweet. Always had been.
But now was not the time.
Celeborn left the palace and walked about the White City. So this was how humans lived. He did not like the lack of trees. But the city itself was beautiful. His Arwen must really love the King to leave the forests for this, though.
He found himself heading toward the stables. The company of animals always gave him comfort for some reason.
When he walked into the barn, Shadowfax tossed his head and whinnied at him.
“Hello, my old friend.” Celeborn had stopped at a small booth before coming to the stables and gotten a pocketful of apples. He handed one to the Meara and smoothed his white mane back. The horse tossed his head and whinnied as he gratefully took the sweet apple from the Lord of Lothlórien.
“I am feeling my age today. I look at all this and realize that it is all so new, even these humans.” He took one of the apples and bit into it, smiling at the firm fruit and its sweet taste. He looked at the horse as if it understood him. “Galadriel is weakening though. She wants to go home. And the Ring has no power now so she diminishes.”
He didn’t say anything as his mind wandered back to Menegroth and the day she and Finrod had ridden in so proudly. She was the most beautiful being he had even seen.
“You should have seen them, Shadowfax. They looked like gods even to us. I don’t know if we would have welcomed them if we had known the truth. But in the end, I am glad we did.”
He absently looked around for a brush and began to brush the Meara, using long, firm strokes. Shadowfax made a sound to show his appreciation.
“Galadriel was like the sun itself, bright and golden. I fell in love with her before she ever spoke a word.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time, just let his mind wander back to the days of Doriath and his uncle Thingol. He had been so young and innocent. It seemed they all were for a time. Then the Noldor came with their unbelievable beauty and their unspeakable secret. Their innocence was lost in a bloody and useless war that broke his heart still.
But he married the Noldor elf. And he learned to help her carry the burden of her darkness.
“She will be glad to see our daughter again.” His voice choked on the last words. That his lovely little poppet had suffered so still broke his heart. Seldom did a day pass that he did not wish he had been allowed to suffer in her place.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and whispered her name like a prayer.
He turned back to Shadowfax.
“And Gandalf will leave too. His work is done here and I think he will go with Frodo anyway. He seems to love that little halfling. He surely managed what no man nor elf could, though the price he paid was high. I hope I am there to see his face when they sail.”
He laid his head against the velvety neck of the tall horse and sighed.
“But I will not go yet, not while Arwen lives, not while my grandsons stay. Who will watch the forests if I do not? No, I will stay until the last of elves sails with Lord Cirdan. Then I will leave my home of so many thousands of years and journey to her home at last.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time then finally he asked the horse a question. “Do you think they will welcome us there who have never set foot on those shores?”
If he had looked, he would have seen something almost like compassion in the dark eyes of the elven horse.
“Well, I must return to her. I can never stay away long.” He paused, wondering how true his words were. “We must get our Arwen married.”
***
Two years later, Lord Celeborn escorted his wife on the Last Ride of the Ringbearers. Elrond joined them. They soon met up with Bilbo and Frodo accompanied by Sam, Merry and Pippin. Gildor and his band had joined them as they rode. They came to the Havens and there Gandalf awaited them, standing beside his great grey horse.
Their time was over here, the ones who bore the burden of the Rings.
Celeborn could not bear to kiss her goodbye, though his very heart was breaking. He held her hand until she finally turned to board the great ship.
Gandalf turned to Shadowfax and said, “Bear him well, my old friend, and bring him safely home to us someday.” The great horse whinnied, nodded his head and crossed the dock to Lord Celeborn.
He could not watch them sail so he mounted the great grey stallion and rode away into the forest in the land he loved so well.
He would sail another day.
~end~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: FC Gen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them nor do I profit from their use.
Warnings: Sap!
Beta: Larian Elensar
Cast: Celeborn, Shadowfax
Archive: OEAM
Author’s Note: I am a completely hopeless sap. Gloaming means twilight or dusk.
Spoilers: Um well, if you don’t know the story of LOTR, yes.
Summary: Celeborn talks to Shadowfax
~~~
GLOAMING
Galadriel slammed the door in his face. He sighed, wondering what he had done this time. In six thousand years and more, they had their share of fights and arguments. Most of the time, he had no idea why they were fighting and he had learned to wait until she was ready to make up. Making up was surely sweet. Always had been.
But now was not the time.
Celeborn left the palace and walked about the White City. So this was how humans lived. He did not like the lack of trees. But the city itself was beautiful. His Arwen must really love the King to leave the forests for this, though.
He found himself heading toward the stables. The company of animals always gave him comfort for some reason.
When he walked into the barn, Shadowfax tossed his head and whinnied at him.
“Hello, my old friend.” Celeborn had stopped at a small booth before coming to the stables and gotten a pocketful of apples. He handed one to the Meara and smoothed his white mane back. The horse tossed his head and whinnied as he gratefully took the sweet apple from the Lord of Lothlórien.
“I am feeling my age today. I look at all this and realize that it is all so new, even these humans.” He took one of the apples and bit into it, smiling at the firm fruit and its sweet taste. He looked at the horse as if it understood him. “Galadriel is weakening though. She wants to go home. And the Ring has no power now so she diminishes.”
He didn’t say anything as his mind wandered back to Menegroth and the day she and Finrod had ridden in so proudly. She was the most beautiful being he had even seen.
“You should have seen them, Shadowfax. They looked like gods even to us. I don’t know if we would have welcomed them if we had known the truth. But in the end, I am glad we did.”
He absently looked around for a brush and began to brush the Meara, using long, firm strokes. Shadowfax made a sound to show his appreciation.
“Galadriel was like the sun itself, bright and golden. I fell in love with her before she ever spoke a word.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time, just let his mind wander back to the days of Doriath and his uncle Thingol. He had been so young and innocent. It seemed they all were for a time. Then the Noldor came with their unbelievable beauty and their unspeakable secret. Their innocence was lost in a bloody and useless war that broke his heart still.
But he married the Noldor elf. And he learned to help her carry the burden of her darkness.
“She will be glad to see our daughter again.” His voice choked on the last words. That his lovely little poppet had suffered so still broke his heart. Seldom did a day pass that he did not wish he had been allowed to suffer in her place.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and whispered her name like a prayer.
He turned back to Shadowfax.
“And Gandalf will leave too. His work is done here and I think he will go with Frodo anyway. He seems to love that little halfling. He surely managed what no man nor elf could, though the price he paid was high. I hope I am there to see his face when they sail.”
He laid his head against the velvety neck of the tall horse and sighed.
“But I will not go yet, not while Arwen lives, not while my grandsons stay. Who will watch the forests if I do not? No, I will stay until the last of elves sails with Lord Cirdan. Then I will leave my home of so many thousands of years and journey to her home at last.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time then finally he asked the horse a question. “Do you think they will welcome us there who have never set foot on those shores?”
If he had looked, he would have seen something almost like compassion in the dark eyes of the elven horse.
“Well, I must return to her. I can never stay away long.” He paused, wondering how true his words were. “We must get our Arwen married.”
***
Two years later, Lord Celeborn escorted his wife on the Last Ride of the Ringbearers. Elrond joined them. They soon met up with Bilbo and Frodo accompanied by Sam, Merry and Pippin. Gildor and his band had joined them as they rode. They came to the Havens and there Gandalf awaited them, standing beside his great grey horse.
Their time was over here, the ones who bore the burden of the Rings.
Celeborn could not bear to kiss her goodbye, though his very heart was breaking. He held her hand until she finally turned to board the great ship.
Gandalf turned to Shadowfax and said, “Bear him well, my old friend, and bring him safely home to us someday.” The great horse whinnied, nodded his head and crossed the dock to Lord Celeborn.
He could not watch them sail so he mounted the great grey stallion and rode away into the forest in the land he loved so well.
He would sail another day.
~end~