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[drabble] The End of a Letter to His King [A/B] G
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lotr100 "Letter" challenge.
Title: The End of a Letter to His King
By: HF
Pairing: A/B
Adult Content: Not really. Minorly slashy.
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine.
Other stuff: Movieverse
Notes: The first new thing I've written in a long time. I was looking through some old notes, and ran across a poem I'd copied, "The End of a Letter to Ausonius," by Paulinus of Nola, which was the inspiration for this.
THE END OF A LETTER TO HIS KING
The hope of you was in my breath, my King.
What the mind could not accept, the heart knew. In Dwimordene’s mists I saw my duty. In the blood of Parth Galen I saw what was true and real. I remember the first time beneath the trees, when I bid you ride home with me. I remember the second when I died.
Both times I swore, “So long as I live, I will serve you.”
Though the world’s encircling separates us, my noble lord, I still serve you, and I will remember you beyond the doom that waits, forever.
Farewell.
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Title: The End of a Letter to His King
By: HF
Pairing: A/B
Adult Content: Not really. Minorly slashy.
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine.
Other stuff: Movieverse
Notes: The first new thing I've written in a long time. I was looking through some old notes, and ran across a poem I'd copied, "The End of a Letter to Ausonius," by Paulinus of Nola, which was the inspiration for this.
THE END OF A LETTER TO HIS KING
The hope of you was in my breath, my King.
What the mind could not accept, the heart knew. In Dwimordene’s mists I saw my duty. In the blood of Parth Galen I saw what was true and real. I remember the first time beneath the trees, when I bid you ride home with me. I remember the second when I died.
Both times I swore, “So long as I live, I will serve you.”
Though the world’s encircling separates us, my noble lord, I still serve you, and I will remember you beyond the doom that waits, forever.
Farewell.
-end-
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I was so tempted to touch him in the boat but really afraid it would set off alarms...
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Yeah, or else get tackled by scary guard-type people.
Y'know, the closest thing I to which I could compare that experience, in terms of the freakish uncanniness of it all, was when I was at my grandmother's funeral. It was open-casket, and I remember very clearly how strange it was that I saw her so still, asleep, and being convinced (for a few seconds only, but still convinced) that she was going to move.
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