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100 Themes 5: Seeking Solace
Anger. Sorrow. My every thought and move radiates these two emotions. I feel the sting of tears in my eyes and fight them back, refusing to let them fall.
Brown. Green. Though I can't feel it, I know that my eyes keep flickering between the two colours. I ignore the stares of the people around me. They do not concern me; in fact they simply fuel the storm that is my emotions, for I dislike people looking at me.
Confusion. Hurt. My previous emotions slowly melt away and are replaced by two new ones as I reach my destination.
Why? What did I do wrong? These questions make me pause momentarily before beginning my ascent. I must climb.
Up. Higher and higher, until I feel nothing but the wind trying to get at my hair beneath my hat, and the icy bark under my cold fingers. I stop climbing and sit, relaxing now that I am high off of the ground.
PrologueAutumn, Year 65 of the 7th Age
... by J.R.R. Tolkein.
I slowly close the large book, and sigh. I have just finished reading the entire "Tolkein Legendarium" as I have heard it called, and I must say, for a mortal who did not witness any of the events that he chronicled, he was surprisingly accurate.
...Wait... I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I am very sorry, how could I have forgotten?
My name is Arwen Udomiel, Daughter of Elrond Peredhel, Queen of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor. For those of you who do not know this, I am an elleth, an elf maiden, and I live in Valinor.
...Now, you must also be wondering how I came to have a copy of this "Legendarium", as I am in Valinor, and this was written by a mortal. Well, you see, not all of the elves left in Middle Earth left during the Fourth Age; the last elf arrived a month ago, and brought these books with him.
I witnessed the events written about in the 3rd and 4th Ages of the "Legendarium".
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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