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Title: Nothing More Than Earth and Stone
Author: Alex
Type: Double drabble
Notes: For Nienna_Weeper. I touched on a few of your interests.
Summary: Sometimes there are no answers.
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NOTHING MORE THAN EARTH AND STONE
Glorfindel stood by the window and looked out. The world looked deceptively calm. He sighed. Evil stirred all around and war with the forces of darkness was soon to be.
“I hate war, Elrond, with every fiber of my being. Yet for the life of me I cannot see how we can avoid it yet again.”
“It is not our war this time, my friend. It's the war of my brother’s children.”
“It is *still* war. The brightest and best will leave their lives on some field of battle for nothing more than earth and stone.”
Elrond moved over to stand by Glorfindel. “Did you fight for earth and stone in Gondolin?”
Glorfindel shook his head. “You know the answer to that.”
“Yes, I do. Would you do it again?”
Glorfindel’s hands were clinched into fists by his sides. “You know the answer to that one too.”
“It does not mean that you love war. It means that you love your family and your friends.”
Glorfindel sighed yet again. His memory went to that awful day, the day he died. He turned to Elrond. “I still hate war, Elrond, with every fiber of my being. But it comes. It comes.”
Author: Alex
Type: Double drabble
Notes: For Nienna_Weeper. I touched on a few of your interests.
Summary: Sometimes there are no answers.
~~
NOTHING MORE THAN EARTH AND STONE
Glorfindel stood by the window and looked out. The world looked deceptively calm. He sighed. Evil stirred all around and war with the forces of darkness was soon to be.
“I hate war, Elrond, with every fiber of my being. Yet for the life of me I cannot see how we can avoid it yet again.”
“It is not our war this time, my friend. It's the war of my brother’s children.”
“It is *still* war. The brightest and best will leave their lives on some field of battle for nothing more than earth and stone.”
Elrond moved over to stand by Glorfindel. “Did you fight for earth and stone in Gondolin?”
Glorfindel shook his head. “You know the answer to that.”
“Yes, I do. Would you do it again?”
Glorfindel’s hands were clinched into fists by his sides. “You know the answer to that one too.”
“It does not mean that you love war. It means that you love your family and your friends.”
Glorfindel sighed yet again. His memory went to that awful day, the day he died. He turned to Elrond. “I still hate war, Elrond, with every fiber of my being. But it comes. It comes.”