Hi, all! Please don't smile for my English because I've worked
hard
to translate it for a whole week! I know that after 3 months it is
outrageous
to demand writing enough well a language but have no patience...And I
think
it's a good exercise to learn English (I've undone my dictionery!!!).I
hope
you can like it.And if there is some mistakes you can correct me!
Thanks.
Elrond's Pain
Arwen had decided, he knew it well. He tried uselessly
to protect her from a cruel fate, it was something that never had been
changed.
Could he have forced her to leave with her people? No, he would breake
her
heart, he would make her unhappy for all the eternity throughtout her
long
life. He would have quenched her joy! Would it have been worth to do it
only
for his egoism, so that he could have seen her to live? Certainly, no.
But
his heart filled with pain and he knew it would never have left him.
By now the fate had decided by itself.The ring
had been destroyed, Aragorn had become king of Gondor and the White
Tree
had been found. Nothing could have been changed.Childlike joy which
knew
neither pain nor danger could be read on her bright face.Was this
feeling
really childlike? So many years had matured her choice even if it was
made
with the heart. However he was suffering at the idea of losing her,
blood
of his blood, soul of his soul.
What would her destiny have been?Now she was happy
but a day would have come when there would have been only sadness,
painfull
days without consolation and he would have been too distant to ease her
suffering.Looking
at her he felt a dark, empty space filling his soul.In this dark a
never
forgotten old pain was moving.He tought he had buried it.In the fact
too
many years had passed by so that it could still hurt him.Or was he
mistaken?
As a summer storm the memory of his brother overcame
him from the day of his choice till the day of his death. He passed
away
with quiet peace on his face. Iluvatar's gift of which purpose was
unknown
also to the Valar and which he would have never understood. Why had
Elros
chosen that way?
Elrond drew away from the window lookingat the
streetsand the courts of Minas Tirith. He leaned his forehead on the
cold
wall of stone. Oh, how he missed the trees of Imladris! When he rested
his
hands on the bark of the trees he could feel their vital flux inside
which
answered to his heartbeats. He could smell the intense scent of the
wood,
he could seen the rays of the sun playing on the grass covered with
dew,
he could hear the babble of the fast brooks running down from the
moutains
towards the ravines jumping from a rock to another.A melody wandered
incessantly
in his mind without refrain as the singing of the water purified
throughout
the strata of the earth without age.A story ran throught every single
drop.
But there were neither trees nor wild flowers to
breake the monotony of the citadel, only dead stones older then elves
worked
by men.
Elros had passed away a very long time ago. To
men he was only a legend, perhaps he had never existed. But for him it
seemed
as if it had happened only the day before when he had made the promise
on
Elros' death-bed.
"Promise that your wisdom will be the light for
my people to preserv themselves in order not to perish in the dark.
Promise
that you will help them in the more desperate hours when all hope will
be
coming out!"
And he kept his promise only for his brother beyond
every hope but it had costed him too much in the end.The tears gushed
out
slowly on his face incessantly.He hadn't succeed in catching that
receding
melody having that cold in his heart. To loose him forever was an
enormous
pain . But Elros' memory was also full of sweet scent.His choice had
given
him happiness and a life he had longed for. When he died ther wasn't
fear
on his face but pride and peace.Arwen had the same expression without
fear,
bitterness in her beautiful eyes but she was aware of her future. There
was
courage, an immense courage. He could only be proud of them and this
feeling
began to melt the ice inside him.Indeed he had finally begun to sing
softly
lent against the cold wall of stone giving free vent to his sadness. A
light
breeze of wind caressed his face drying his tears. Even if he could
never
have forgotten it in the end he had found the courage to remember.
