1. A View of Land
To ride the sea and hurry West, in Swan-ships decked with gold and silk; the dream that stirred my sleep for years will come to rest within my gaze. The Sun, with strength of candlelight, casts out her rays upon the waves before she fades and night descends. Then swirls of stars will match her gleam. At morning's break the first will fly, and more will follow through the day, until, at Sunset's wane, I draw a breath to take and taste and feel upon the shores where I was born. It seems to me a blessing made for suffering and gladness, which will twist my heart with doubt, I fear.
Years one cannot count have passed. The legends of this age will crack and be replaced by thoughts of dust and cobweb in the minds of Men, who care to think on newness. But the recollection of the Elves is forced to dwell on times when we had strength, when we had wisdom, though we weakened in our folly like a house of clay in water. And the stars took sides against us when we claimed we could not falter, nor could we retreat, nor could we fall. I see it all, a show in dreams, replaying through the mist of time. And I can watch, without my eyes.
Tomorrow's sunset will reveal, in light that glows, a sight to seal in memory. The view to take from water's crown (as lapsing into silence, we, in silence, mourn) will bring grief's measure equalling the lasting calm that can be found as currents sing and urge us on.
Years one cannot count have passed. The legends of this age will crack and be replaced by thoughts of dust and cobweb in the minds of Men, who care to think on newness. But the recollection of the Elves is forced to dwell on times when we had strength, when we had wisdom, though we weakened in our folly like a house of clay in water. And the stars took sides against us when we claimed we could not falter, nor could we retreat, nor could we fall. I see it all, a show in dreams, replaying through the mist of time. And I can watch, without my eyes.
Tomorrow's sunset will reveal, in light that glows, a sight to seal in memory. The view to take from water's crown (as lapsing into silence, we, in silence, mourn) will bring grief's measure equalling the lasting calm that can be found as currents sing and urge us on.
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.
