Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| More than memory |
Nasira said she wasn't picky--any topic, any time. |
| When his father'd first brought him to this high chamber, he'd shown him also the book that read: With farseeing eye, as through mist, Elendil perceived the peaks of Meneltarma. Westernmost memory–ever past, yet ever present! "We stand upon that foundered ground, stewards of its memory, but memory only," Ecthelion had said. Five years since Denethor laid his father in Rath Dínen. A bare month since he laid his wife there. Memory's ever past, ever present–too real, groundless foundering. The future, though... his–Gondor's–future... surely he might... Desire draws the eye that draws desire, as stone awakens... |
Legend had it among the Dúnedain that Meneltarma had not sunk wholly, and could be seen by those "farsighted" (Silmarillion, 348). Combine this with the later bit about Elendil, the palantír, and the sighting of Avallónë, and you've got yourself a theory... |