Marta's 2005 Birthday Drabbles
4. Valinor - a ficlet by Dawn Felagund
The dust in the streets is a fine powder that glistens like diamonds. The dust on our bare feet is coarse and black and makes painful blisters. We are led before the Valar in tattered furs that are warm if not beautiful, not that warmth is an issue here.
Their robes are of silk, their sandals of leather as supple as water; there are jewels on their brows. I watch for their faces to pinch at the sight of us, but they betray no emotion. ?Kings of the Eldar,? they say, ?we invite you to join us in Valinor.?
A thrill seizes my heart?but I hesitate. Thoughts of the Hither Lands trouble me. I will miss the meadows glazed in silver, the flicker of the stars in Cuivienen. I will miss the starlight on Miriel?s hair.
Ingwë steps forward.
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