I don’t own Middle Earth, or the song “Hallelujah”…and I’m sorry Lily has been coming so slowly lately. I hope these random fics are a bit of consolation. Please do review!
And Night Has Fallen
I’ve heard there was
A secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord…
I stand in the harsh, burning light of day, surrounded by those who call this just. Perhaps it is. But I am not repentant.
They say that I ensnared you. I did. I was walking though my own beloved familiar shadows, and you were there, sudden and bright. Was I expected to let this go? You wandered my forest.
And so I set my enchantments, my shadows and my webs, and watched as you followed glimmers round in circles. You were proud and humiliated, lost and stumbling in darkness. I slipped from tree to tree and smiled.
Then at last, when you were exhausted and almost afraid, I led you to my home. You nodded, regal and unbowed as I came forth and welcomed you.
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this,
The fourth, the fifth –
I took you in; you swept though the dim halls as though you were right to be there. I felt your gaze as you studied my face, over your meal, when I showed you to the carven chamber that would be yours.
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah –
The next morning, I was waiting when you hesitantly left your chambers. You did not see me, at first, for I stood aside in shadow, and I watched you.
You had something that drew me, despite my contempt for your kindred, that pulled me in like the shadows that dance about the flame of a candle. You were an errant shimmer in my carefully constructed darkness. I wished to show the beauty of my twilight to you.
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you…
We wandered together. I took you through the shadowed halls and worlds and clearing of Nan Elmoth. You did not see it as I did. Perhaps I loved you.
Then came the child. Lomion, you called him. Did you think I did not know? He looked like one of the Noldor. One of your people, Aredhel, Ar-Feniel. He was yours. Never mine. Neither of you.
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah…
I miss you, now.
I suppose I cannot blame you, either. But neither do I blame myself. And I repeat, I stand unrepentant.
Dusk-son, you named him.
You wished to see them. Why, by all the heavens? Your kin, true, but arrogant and shunning the starlight. You did not understand the nighttime and the magic of dark places. I do not think we ever knew each other. Though perhaps once I loved you.
You said I took the name in vain…
I don’t even know the name
And if I did, well really, what’s it to you?…
You told him of your people, of your so-called glories and the fallen splendor of Valinor. You forsook that, Ar-Feniel. You looked for the light when night had fallen.
You are – you were – a fool.
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter what you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
I followed you. I stood before your people.
I did not mean to kill you.
But I am unrepentant.
And now the night has fallen.