Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| The Last Ship |
Disclaimer: All places and persons belong to Professor Tolkien whom I greatly admire. This was written for the simple joy of writing. No copyright infringment intended, no money made. Rating: General, suitable for all. Series: Starlight on Leaves Archiving: my website and Edhellond. Everyone else: please, ask first. Summary: After everyone else, finally Thranduil too boards a ship to sail to the West. Double-and-a-half drabble, 251 words. Dedication: to JastaElf, my fellow Thranduil champion, for Edhellond's 5th anniversary. Beta read by the Wild Iris, thanks! |
| The little grey ship was waiting for them at the haven of Edhellond, as promised. On board was Airantir, the Sea-Wanderer, once a member of Gildor Inglorion's Wandering Company. He had been a good friend for millennia and had waited for Thranduil and his miraculously re-found son to make up their minds. Now the time had finally come, and the Teleri Elf had turned the sails into the wind that was to whisk them away to the West. Thranduil was strangely subdued while boarding the ship. While grateful for the chance to see his children again, both those who had sailed and those who had fallen in battle, he was still mourning the loss of his beloved forest, and he was worried whether the Lords of the West would allow his Queen to follow. Lálisin had stayed with them as a disembodied spirit for a century, to watch over them – whether with Námo's blessing or without, no-one could tell. And what would the Blessed Land be worth without Lálisin to share it with? But he did not truly have the choice. Now that Enadar had finally been healed enough to risk the journey, they needed to go. They had already waited too long. He looked at his son, standing at the prow of the ship, his eyes bright with anticipation, and knew that it was, indeed, time to reunite the family. He only hoped that the Valar would be gracious. ~The End~ |