Fic/Poem: (the silence) in the Hall of Lore

[caitri]

 So months ago Todd dared me to write Galadriel/Earien, and oh how I have struggled. I have a few pages of misspent attempts at fic, and then I gave up and decided to make it verse. Goal: Silmarillion-esque. Reality: Who knows.

(the silence) in the Hall of Lore

Creation was sung into being

but she knows she can no longer

   join that melody of the spheres

– why then the percussive heartbeat

at whispered words?

Hers is the Soldier’s Song, a lament

for love lost where love was

   not known (affection though,

the binds of honor), and honor

disbands her now.

Can you see the soldier’s daughter,

the smiling brown girl in her

   flame-colored dress, the

Sea in her hair and blood?

She does – sees, smells, tastes.

Demands of loyalty set aside,

Southron man, begone – clever

   words and fair face hide

lost ambitions and darkened acclaim.

Thankfully, they do not meet.

The Commander will hold

   this moment –

the girl, and the Maiar-not-Man

– in her deepest heart,

locked closer than her husband’s armor.

“The Sea is always right,” is

   damp-whispered

into the shell of her ear.

If the Sea brought them together

– both? One? Two-in-one

in the mortals’ oldest game.

Immortals do not game:

   broken hearts

kill and the Long War cannot

lose more soldiers, soldier’s daughter.

What about you, Speaker of Lies

and half-truths, Dark One’s Servant

   astray? Brought back to the fold

of the Darkest Shepherd, a wolf

   shaped like a lamb.