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Drabble: This Shining Ember Burns my Hand

To every thing there is a season

Title: This Shining Ember Burns my Hand
Characters: Beren and Luthien
Wordcount: 100

A/N: To everything there is a season - a small gem for Beren and his Luthien written for siradaono. Nominated for MEFA, 2010.

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When at last he met her eyes again it was like falling into the sea. Wild and shining and deep with an ancient love he could barely comprehend; a jewel of the heavens that he’d captured with the net of his heart. The star forever upon his brow.

Why, he wondered, were all the finest and brightest things in life so rendered with pain, if only in the knowing the years would so soon be lost?

She was a plucked flower in his hand, beautiful and perfect and beginning even now to die.

Yet it was she that had chosen.

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Comments

Thank you for doing this in remembrance of the love of the Tolkiens, one for another.
As a true poet and lover of the shining truth beneath the mundane facades, it was fitting that he treasured his wife so much.
Well said, well writ.
Ohh, so lovely. Especially the plucked-flower simile... that's just perfect.
Thank you - so much of Tolkien's work has an undercurrent of tragedy, really, life and death together.
Lovely, just beautifully written there. Poetic Primsong!
They do lend themselves to it well.