An Unfound Door
by Dreamlord-(T)
March 13, 2001
Glorfindel was my brother in arms. And though we
were not kin by birth, our lives and our destinies were always
interwoven. He it was that rode
by my side through darkness and death on fields of battle, his was the
harp that blended with my voice on many happy occasions. From the Elder
Days and through the troubled ages of the world my friendship with
Glorfindel lasted. It outlived wars and alliances,
witnessed new kingdoms rise to power and old ones crumble.
And finally, when the last of our people took ship
from the Grey
Havens, when nothing but memory remained of the ancient Elven realms in
Middle-earth - it was he who lingered for many long years, riding
through the wilderness of a changed world, still searching when no hope
remained, still seeking his lost friend and brother in arms. And ever
and anon,
in secret places where only wistful shadows dwelled, the soft lament of
an Elven harp was heard.
They say that in the end, Glorfindel the Fair was
last of the Firstborn
to wander these mortal lands and that he too set sail Westwards, in a
single white ship. Sail he did, but he was not the last of the Elves in
Middle-earth - for
I still remain.
My name then was Araglar. It is a name of the
ancient tongue - a language whose alluring sound may still yield
pleasure to unwitting ears, but whose meaning is as forgotten as those
who once spoke it. Fate willed it that this language would slowly fade
along with its keepers, and many of the places that
used to resound with Elvish song and laughter are now grey and silent.
It is these hidden, desolate regions that I still visit from time to
time.
There
I may hear echoes of my old life, or see fragments of unnumbered years
- and there alone. For my Fate was unlike any other...
Of my captivity, I have almost no recollection. Like
most of my old
life,
it is veiled by a dark cloud of oblivion and only specks of light
remain.
But from deep within me, beneath the merciful oblivion, I sense images
and scenes returning to me: fragments of the past. And I know that the
light is growing.
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