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The Flow of Silver Water – Prologue
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Beta: Eni
Rating: R (Eventually)
Summary: Returned to life without warning or reason, Ecthelion seeks to make the most of life while awaiting his destiny.
Notes: I’ve wanted to write an ‘Ecthelion returns’ fic for a while, but I needed a reason for his return. Thanks to Eni, I have one!
“You must return.”
The voice caught him unawares and he jumped, turning around. Had his heart been beating, it would have paused in that moment. Námo stood before him, tall and imposing, his face ever hidden from view, though from a hood or the shadows, Ecthelion could not tell.
“Return? I am to be reborn?” he asked, hope rising in his heart. He had been long in the halls and yearned for life again.
“Indeed,” Námo replied. “Though I cannot release you to the Blessed Ream. It is to the Hither Lands you will be sent.”
Ecthelion was utterly stunned by this announcement. Like most waiting for re-embodiment, he had assumed that he would be sent to Valinor when his time came.
“Might I ask why, my Lord?” he said, trying to understand the reasoning behind such an unusual decision. “Have I displeased you in some way?”
There was a barely perceptible shaking of the Vala’s head before he heard the response. “Yours is not to question the judgement of the Valar, but to accept that there is a reason for all things. You must go, or remain here indefinitely. That is the only choice you have.”
To Ecthelion, it was not a choice at all. Too long had he drifted aimlessly through the grey halls. A return, even if not the one he had imagined, was far better than remaining here. Life was always preferable to death.
“I will go, though I do not understand,” he said, bowing low. “For I much desire life, no matter where it is to be lived.”
A mysterious smile, which Ecthelion felt more than saw, graced Námo’s face. “In time, you will know. Seek the vale of Imladris: there you will find much awaiting you.”
He raised his hand and the grey mists vanished.
Ecthelion gasped in surprise, closing his eyes as all around him spun wildly. When he opened them again he was no longer in the halls, but on the outskirts of a large forest, and he was alive.
Amazed, he took in a long breath of air. How good it felt, to feel his lungs fill with breath again! He smiled as the wind blew through his long, unbraided hair. Looking down, a quick glance revealed he was dressed in a blue tunic with silver trim and black boots and leggings. He was also relieved to note the belt about his waist, with a sword attached.
As two birds flew past, he listened joyfully to their twittering and realised that things he had taken for granted in his last life were special now, having been so long denied. He was eager now, to see where his path would lead. Looking around him, he wondered which way to go.
Head west and you will find one to lead to you Imladris.
Námo’s voice sounded in Ecthelion’s mind.
I have also left a small token at your feet- something you may enjoy having with you.
Looking down, a glint of silver caught Ecthelion’s eye. His eyes widened and with a trembling hand, he bent to pick up his flute – the same one that had sunk with him to the bottom of the fountain.
“Thank you, my Lord,” he whispered gratefully. “I will do my best to fulfil whatever my purpose is here.”
A low laugh echoed in his head.
Oh, of that I have no doubt.
Then Námo was gone, leaving Ecthelion to walk the long road to Imladris alone.
END PROLOGUE
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Beta: Eni
Rating: R (Eventually)
Summary: Returned to life without warning or reason, Ecthelion seeks to make the most of life while awaiting his destiny.
Notes: I’ve wanted to write an ‘Ecthelion returns’ fic for a while, but I needed a reason for his return. Thanks to Eni, I have one!
“You must return.”
The voice caught him unawares and he jumped, turning around. Had his heart been beating, it would have paused in that moment. Námo stood before him, tall and imposing, his face ever hidden from view, though from a hood or the shadows, Ecthelion could not tell.
“Return? I am to be reborn?” he asked, hope rising in his heart. He had been long in the halls and yearned for life again.
“Indeed,” Námo replied. “Though I cannot release you to the Blessed Ream. It is to the Hither Lands you will be sent.”
Ecthelion was utterly stunned by this announcement. Like most waiting for re-embodiment, he had assumed that he would be sent to Valinor when his time came.
“Might I ask why, my Lord?” he said, trying to understand the reasoning behind such an unusual decision. “Have I displeased you in some way?”
There was a barely perceptible shaking of the Vala’s head before he heard the response. “Yours is not to question the judgement of the Valar, but to accept that there is a reason for all things. You must go, or remain here indefinitely. That is the only choice you have.”
To Ecthelion, it was not a choice at all. Too long had he drifted aimlessly through the grey halls. A return, even if not the one he had imagined, was far better than remaining here. Life was always preferable to death.
“I will go, though I do not understand,” he said, bowing low. “For I much desire life, no matter where it is to be lived.”
A mysterious smile, which Ecthelion felt more than saw, graced Námo’s face. “In time, you will know. Seek the vale of Imladris: there you will find much awaiting you.”
He raised his hand and the grey mists vanished.
Ecthelion gasped in surprise, closing his eyes as all around him spun wildly. When he opened them again he was no longer in the halls, but on the outskirts of a large forest, and he was alive.
Amazed, he took in a long breath of air. How good it felt, to feel his lungs fill with breath again! He smiled as the wind blew through his long, unbraided hair. Looking down, a quick glance revealed he was dressed in a blue tunic with silver trim and black boots and leggings. He was also relieved to note the belt about his waist, with a sword attached.
As two birds flew past, he listened joyfully to their twittering and realised that things he had taken for granted in his last life were special now, having been so long denied. He was eager now, to see where his path would lead. Looking around him, he wondered which way to go.
Head west and you will find one to lead to you Imladris.
Námo’s voice sounded in Ecthelion’s mind.
I have also left a small token at your feet- something you may enjoy having with you.
Looking down, a glint of silver caught Ecthelion’s eye. His eyes widened and with a trembling hand, he bent to pick up his flute – the same one that had sunk with him to the bottom of the fountain.
“Thank you, my Lord,” he whispered gratefully. “I will do my best to fulfil whatever my purpose is here.”
A low laugh echoed in his head.
Oh, of that I have no doubt.
Then Námo was gone, leaving Ecthelion to walk the long road to Imladris alone.
END PROLOGUE
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Date: 2006-04-02 11:16 pm (UTC)From:Hugs,
Agie
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Date: 2006-04-02 11:32 pm (UTC)From:I'm making good progress on chapter one, so more should come soonish. :)
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Date: 2006-04-02 11:34 pm (UTC)From:(And hopefully no nasty blocks like with the Glorfindel/Orophin fic!)
Thanks!
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Date: 2006-04-02 11:56 pm (UTC)From:This is a really lovely beginning!
Thank you for sharing! :)
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Date: 2006-04-03 12:11 am (UTC)From:Thanks sweetie! *Smoooooches*
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Date: 2006-04-03 04:24 am (UTC)From:I'm looking forward to more!
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Date: 2006-04-03 10:31 am (UTC)From:How many of these reviewers above *points* know what they are letting themselves in for?
*bounces*squees*loves*adores*worships*
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Date: 2006-04-03 03:51 pm (UTC)From:The angst!!! It burns us, preciousssss...
*cackle*
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Date: 2006-04-03 07:44 pm (UTC)From:*Snickers*
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Date: 2006-04-03 07:39 pm (UTC)From:*Grins*
*Hugs*
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Date: 2006-04-03 03:04 pm (UTC)From:I like this very much so far, particuarly machiavellian!Mandos.
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Date: 2006-04-03 07:51 pm (UTC)From:Thanks!
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Date: 2007-05-12 07:54 am (UTC)From:Hehehe. Namo or at least one of his servants has good taste in clothes. I wonder which of them keeps up with fashion. Must be rather fun to be a servant of Namo assigned to note the changing fashions of those passing into the halls. xDDD
Aww. This prologue is lovely and I really enjoyed it. I think this is the first time that I've ever read such a frank and likeable Ecthelion. Namo seems likeable too… if freaky and stalkerish with his voice overs. xDDD
Thanks, Tux. ♥♥
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Date: 2007-05-17 01:43 am (UTC)From:Aww thank you! My Ecthelion is very, uh, down-to-earth! :P
Namo? He's just bored. LOL.
Thanks!