Voices of Middle-Earth: 8. White Gem

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8. White Gem

The idea for this poem was inspired by stories by Calime. ~*~White Gem~*~ It was a gift, this glimmering star even now, I see it dangle on its silver chain from her pale fingers. I thought she had plucked it from her twilight eyes which seemed to have conquered each star in the heavens and surely it wept to be thus banished into my keeping a creature unworthy of such radiant favor. I see myself standing tiny and double amid those stars a planet of wonder breathless, immobile, dangling, luminous the jewel hangs between us a wonderful bubble whispers of rainbows and secret flames veining its faery whiteness. Wear this, she said, with a voice that seemed a blend of temple bells and infant's laughter, It will bring you aid from the phantom wings of darkness and fear and all uncleanness. Her eyes sweep my being claiming me, wrapping my wounds in velvet. They wear me just as I wear this gem... even as I bear her pinned upon my heart. My dear friend, she sings in the caverns of the night, sweet balm I would drop upon your blistered soul but listen to my words let them bear you to the sun. Rest where the thorns of the shadows cannot reach seek the paths where morning waits with open arms Listen to the eager strings of the golden harp I play chimes from the bell towers far across the sea; soft voices echoing welcoming the dawn silver rain pattering blessings on all trees. An island of peace beckons to you in the mist. Sail upon a boat of stories fashioned as a swan laden with apples, honeycombs and wine let the grey waves carry you through a perfumed cloud ride a horse of gladness and feel the south wind's kiss as it dances past your cheeks and combs your hair with joy. Drink the nectar of all beauty let it stain your clothes until you are all aglow staggering, intoxicated with the magic of your being Fill your throat with singing whirl upon the sky soar above the ether in spirals ever growing until you reach the summit where all things do embrace fear not to lift your eyes to the bright unseeable; mortal love, however great sometimes is not enough comes a time when some of us must look to the Divine. So she sings, as my fingers touch this wondrous stone until it seems my very skin is burnished with her light and I am her small satellite swimming in her beams her, whom I loved but never could possess still her grace she gave me distilled within this star. It will light my footsteps and guide me to a place where peace and health shall find me until I float eternally within the pools of her eyes.

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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