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rabidsamfanLegolas, Hollin
The stones of Mirkwood barely know my kin, even though my father’s halls lie underground. Our lives are more entwined with the trees and other green things. The mosses by the river recognize us, and tiny ephemeral flowers learn our names. But when we are gone, as we must go, then will the memories fade, as they have faded in lost Eregion? The Song is faint, a soft, gruff melody that echoes more through the soles of my feet than in my ears.
It is strange to learn that even the grass, perennial as sunrise, will forget the Elves someday.
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The stones of Mirkwood barely know my kin, even though my father’s halls lie underground. Our lives are more entwined with the trees and other green things. The mosses by the river recognize us, and tiny ephemeral flowers learn our names. But when we are gone, as we must go, then will the memories fade, as they have faded in lost Eregion? The Song is faint, a soft, gruff melody that echoes more through the soles of my feet than in my ears.
It is strange to learn that even the grass, perennial as sunrise, will forget the Elves someday.
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Date: 2004-10-21 04:31 am (UTC)so very sad that it's true that the time for Elves were fading :(
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Date: 2004-10-28 02:48 am (UTC)