Voices of Middle-Earth: 23. Questions

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23. Questions

~*~Questions~*~ Why have you gone? Why could I not save you? Why did you never tell me what it was you needed or that you needed it at all? Why did I not see? Were you so afraid to spoil my joy? Was I so afraid to look in your eyes and see what I once prayed to be spared from seeing? If love alone could heal your hurts, I could have done it a thousand times over. Yet it wasn't enough. All my efforts and care have been in vain. I've failed you. So it seems. Now you've sailed away taking a huge chunk of my heart with you; why could you not have given it back if it could not avail you? I look about and think on what I've been given. How could gold, gems, palaces, crowns, velvet array, sounding trumpets ever begin to take the place of home and family, devoted wife, staunch friends, burgeoning garden, trees of gold, flickering fireside, the esteem of our folk, every comfort any could wish? Why could you not have them too? Why could your face not glow as a roomful of candles over the tiny curl of your newborn's fingers about your own? Why could you not know the heavenly bliss of watching its mother suckle it in the morning light and sing it to rest in the evening's glow? Why could you not have the comfort of lying by her side in the biting chill of winter, the boundless thrill of her lips and body in the night, the waking to her pillowed face smiling into yours? You who were most deserving of all such bounty, you who gave us hope and took none for yourself, pain and loss have been your only reward. Why must it be thus? Now I can but turn back wounded by the weight of ten thousand questions and leave you to drift into the bright unknown and nurse this burning in my own heart as best as I can and wonder if it will ever know ease and why it is that no matter how much you care for someone, sometimes you just don't have what they really need. And I will just have to trust that you will be happy as I think you truly will; surely they'll see to it that you have your due although I can't picture what could be for you there. Still, that will be my comfort now. And someday I can sing again and make rhymes for my babes with no ache in my throat and dream of the day that I'll see your face as it was, young and smiling so many years gone and finally know the solace of answers. .

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Armariel

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: Multi-Age

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 04/19/11

Original Post: 01/09/05

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