Haldir ... Adaron Lorien
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scottishlassWell, those who know me noticed that I do not read nor write LOTR fanfiction, because The Lord Of The Rings is something sacred to me. Some have the Quran, others have the Bible, for me it is The Lord Of The Rings and The Silmarillion. I never thought I'd actually write a LOTR piece, but here is one (and definitely the last) and as it belongs to the film rather than the books, I think I can get away with it. J.R.R., wherever you are, I'm sorry for my poor prose.
He stared at the starless sky, his gaze bringing across the ultimate doubt, the ultimate disbelief that this was the end. So many things flitted through his mind. Centuries upon centuries rose up in his mind's eyes, Elves long forgotten, men long dead. They came forth in this one instant where Haldir of Lothlorien met his untimely death.
He thought he was immortal, doubly so as he had prepared himself to sail to the West one day. Perhaps the next day, perhaps the next year, perhaps the next millennia, depending on the world of Man. But that would never be. The pain was welcome, showing him thus he was still alive. Disbelieving and amazed, Haldir stared into the starless sky, not even Elbereth showing her lovely light to lead away a great Elf and friend.
"Haldir!" the voice of man was tinny in his ears, leagues away. "HALDIR!" another strong voice made weak by death' dark shroud reached the Elves ears and then rough yet gentle hands reached out to him, drew him in, held him.
"Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor lye gurthuva," the Elfish tongue was sleek, of Mirkwood origin and Haldir tried to look at the face of the Silvan Elf that eerily shone in the dark of night. But his Elvish blood was spilled, his immortality flowing away from him. With a sigh he tried to clasp the hand of Man, that held him gently in this last moment between life and death.
"Namaarie, Adaron," Aragorn whispered, his voice rough from the battle cries, and husky from the sheer sadness of losing a brother in arms. With Legolas at his site, both mourned the passing of a great Elf.
The mortally wounded Elf heaved a last sigh, with Elbereth' name escaping his lips as he slipped away into the dark oblivion. His strong Elvish blood spilled on the walls of Helm's Deep and washed away by the relentless rain.
It is strange that LOTR never sounds or feels like Tolkien when I watch it in German. Finally tonight I watched TTT in English and yes, there it was, it felt and sounded like Tolkien and not like some poor Fantasy rip-off. Dubbing sucks.
He stared at the starless sky, his gaze bringing across the ultimate doubt, the ultimate disbelief that this was the end. So many things flitted through his mind. Centuries upon centuries rose up in his mind's eyes, Elves long forgotten, men long dead. They came forth in this one instant where Haldir of Lothlorien met his untimely death.
He thought he was immortal, doubly so as he had prepared himself to sail to the West one day. Perhaps the next day, perhaps the next year, perhaps the next millennia, depending on the world of Man. But that would never be. The pain was welcome, showing him thus he was still alive. Disbelieving and amazed, Haldir stared into the starless sky, not even Elbereth showing her lovely light to lead away a great Elf and friend.
"Haldir!" the voice of man was tinny in his ears, leagues away. "HALDIR!" another strong voice made weak by death' dark shroud reached the Elves ears and then rough yet gentle hands reached out to him, drew him in, held him.
"Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor lye gurthuva," the Elfish tongue was sleek, of Mirkwood origin and Haldir tried to look at the face of the Silvan Elf that eerily shone in the dark of night. But his Elvish blood was spilled, his immortality flowing away from him. With a sigh he tried to clasp the hand of Man, that held him gently in this last moment between life and death.
"Namaarie, Adaron," Aragorn whispered, his voice rough from the battle cries, and husky from the sheer sadness of losing a brother in arms. With Legolas at his site, both mourned the passing of a great Elf.
The mortally wounded Elf heaved a last sigh, with Elbereth' name escaping his lips as he slipped away into the dark oblivion. His strong Elvish blood spilled on the walls of Helm's Deep and washed away by the relentless rain.
It is strange that LOTR never sounds or feels like Tolkien when I watch it in German. Finally tonight I watched TTT in English and yes, there it was, it felt and sounded like Tolkien and not like some poor Fantasy rip-off. Dubbing sucks.
