Drabble eleven

Another for Luin... I couldn't resist!

At Last

It had been long years since last he had filled his lungs with sweet air and felt the grass soft beneath his feet.

Millennia had passed since he had marvelled at the colour of the summer flowers and heard the sweet song of the birds as they flew about the clear blue sky.

Yet at last Mandos had seen fit to release him from his hall and give him a second chance at life. He had awoken that morning on the soft sands of Valinor, to his surprise and delight.

It had not taken long for him to realise what had occurred and with joy in his heart he had started walking, heading towards the city in the distance, full of hope for who he might find there.

Though it was not necessary to complete the journey, for as he approached the forest, a figure appeared at the edge of the trees.

For a long moment they simply stared at each other, unable to believe what they were seeing. Then the figure moved, flying towards him.

A moment later Thranduil was in Oropher’s arms and everything was right at last.

The End