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aubreymTitle: Turn of the Wheel: A Tale in Four Seasons
Author: Kat Leaf
Type: FPS
Pairing: None yet
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Tolkien ownes the sandbox, I just play in it.
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Prologue: Coire – Early spring
He stood alone on the balcony, hands curled slightly over the railing. He gazed out over the land that was his home, his haven. It was what he had made it, but it did not house his heart. The wheel turned; it came again. A breeze, softer than had touched him in what felt an age, ruffled his hair but did not make him reach for his robes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, tasting the coming spring on his tongue, sweet with the promise of new life.
“And yet you do not rejoice,” a voice intruded on his solitude, speaking to his thoughts as no one else – not even his wife. He did not need to turn to know it was Galadriel who had joined him. He glimpsed her now, a glint of gold in the periphery of his vision. Stunning, and cold as the deepest winter. Celebrian so clearly her daughter, much like her, but warmed by the summer sun. He should be at her side, not here uselessly ruminating. He knew this. He did not move. She would accuse him of brooding. She would be right.
“Your doom is not theirs simply because they are also twins."
“Have you seen this,” he asked, hating the nearly desperate hope in his voice even as the words left his lips. Refusing to turn to her, he kept his gaze trained into the distance, but his whole being strained as though the better to hear her words.
She did not grace him with a reply. Though he should have known she would not, her refusal lit the anger which so easily usurped his fear. His fingers clenched on the railing, his knuckles whitening.
"It should not have happened as it did. It was not meant to be. He should not have been born," he said, voice rising, whirling to face her at last. Her gaze was clear and placid in the face of his accusation. She was as unruffled by the storm of his emotion as she was by the spring breeze.
"You tell me their fate is not the same as mine. What do you know of it? Have you had someone by your side from the instant you first drew breath? Someone who you thought would walk beside you all your days, no matter how many times the wheel turned? You have not! You do not know what it is to lose..."
A hand on his arm stopped him completely. She so rarely touched one other than her beloved Celeborn. The contact opened her to the feelings of others in a way she found difficult to close away. "Do not speak as though I know not loss, Elrond." Though the tone was firm a warmth infused her words.
He released his frustration on a sigh, rubbing one hand across his forehead. "They are my sons – my first born. Already they hold my heart in their palms, though they are no bigger than my own hand. I would spare them this difficulty... I would spare them any pain, if I but could."
"As would all who have born children." Galadriel said simply. They did not speak again, but her hand remained upon his arm and together they gazed over his kingdom as dawn broke on the horizon and petals of lilac drifted over them both.
Author: Kat Leaf
Type: FPS
Pairing: None yet
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Tolkien ownes the sandbox, I just play in it.
* * * *
Prologue: Coire – Early spring
He stood alone on the balcony, hands curled slightly over the railing. He gazed out over the land that was his home, his haven. It was what he had made it, but it did not house his heart. The wheel turned; it came again. A breeze, softer than had touched him in what felt an age, ruffled his hair but did not make him reach for his robes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, tasting the coming spring on his tongue, sweet with the promise of new life.
“And yet you do not rejoice,” a voice intruded on his solitude, speaking to his thoughts as no one else – not even his wife. He did not need to turn to know it was Galadriel who had joined him. He glimpsed her now, a glint of gold in the periphery of his vision. Stunning, and cold as the deepest winter. Celebrian so clearly her daughter, much like her, but warmed by the summer sun. He should be at her side, not here uselessly ruminating. He knew this. He did not move. She would accuse him of brooding. She would be right.
“Your doom is not theirs simply because they are also twins."
“Have you seen this,” he asked, hating the nearly desperate hope in his voice even as the words left his lips. Refusing to turn to her, he kept his gaze trained into the distance, but his whole being strained as though the better to hear her words.
She did not grace him with a reply. Though he should have known she would not, her refusal lit the anger which so easily usurped his fear. His fingers clenched on the railing, his knuckles whitening.
"It should not have happened as it did. It was not meant to be. He should not have been born," he said, voice rising, whirling to face her at last. Her gaze was clear and placid in the face of his accusation. She was as unruffled by the storm of his emotion as she was by the spring breeze.
"You tell me their fate is not the same as mine. What do you know of it? Have you had someone by your side from the instant you first drew breath? Someone who you thought would walk beside you all your days, no matter how many times the wheel turned? You have not! You do not know what it is to lose..."
A hand on his arm stopped him completely. She so rarely touched one other than her beloved Celeborn. The contact opened her to the feelings of others in a way she found difficult to close away. "Do not speak as though I know not loss, Elrond." Though the tone was firm a warmth infused her words.
He released his frustration on a sigh, rubbing one hand across his forehead. "They are my sons – my first born. Already they hold my heart in their palms, though they are no bigger than my own hand. I would spare them this difficulty... I would spare them any pain, if I but could."
"As would all who have born children." Galadriel said simply. They did not speak again, but her hand remained upon his arm and together they gazed over his kingdom as dawn broke on the horizon and petals of lilac drifted over them both.
