Voices of Middle-Earth: 6. The Bridge

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6. The Bridge

Sort of a fanfic in poetic form...Poor Sam and Frodo, so far apart and no internet for them...I just had to think of a way for them to communicate somehow................. ~*~The Bridge~*~ Sometimes in a dream I see him before me looking just exactly as when I last beheld him standing in the harbour but with the ruddy tinge of happiness and health. Around us is a garden I could never have imagined the flowers seem to breathe and the trees to have heartbeats. I see white marble towers with windows of crystal glass shingled with gold and gemstones gleaming in the distance topped with embroidered banners fluttering in the breeze. I feel almost an intruder although the steps are silky the air a spicy tent with vines and shivering light. I enter in with shyness embraced by his smile and the chiming of mystic bells in harmony with birdsong and the lullaby of the waves. And then he clasps my hand with a gentleness and warmth that lingers when I waken almost like a hat that you can feel upon your head long after you take it off. He leads me to a friendly bench and brings me tea and cakes reveling in my wonder. “How goes it with the little ones has the baby learned to walk? Tell me what clever things they say and how they do in school the games they love to play how pretty the eldest is growing and the one you named for me I know he is the smartest....” The birds start at our laughter. No story too mundane he would hear it all and then to me he says: My most beloved friend, this land is now my castle where illness is a stranger and pain dare not trespass night terrors are laid low and burdens turned to wings but still this glass I carry I peer into its light and clearly see your face (although naught but what you would have me see!) The voices of your children make the light burn brighter the stories that you tell them protect it from hard frost. No sea can separate us for memory is a starry bridge that will ever lead you to me no matter what dark things disturb the hungry waves below. Still I would have you cross it only as is needful lest your steps should wear it thin and you forget from whence you came. Your place is in the sunlight. You must carry only joy upon your sturdy shoulders that should bear my weight no longer. Then as the air grows purple and puts on the veil of stars he stands and holds the glass to light my way back over the bridge raising one hand in farewell and once more my throat tightens even as I remember his final words to me: We shall meet again never to be parted and only then the bridge will fall.... .

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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