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[August 25] [The Silmarillion] Tomorrow, We Shall Love Again
Title: Tomorrow, We Shall Love Again
Day: August 25th, 2006:May the morning clouds refresh you at this distance,
and may abundant rains comfort you forever!
Pairing:ManwexUlmo
Rating: G
May the morning clouds refresh you at this distance,
and may abundant rains comfort you forever!
Our father gave you a heavy burden. He made you King of Kings, ruler of all of Arda, and in doing so, took from you your freedom.
I gave it willingly, for love of Father’s Arda and first-born children.
Perhaps you did. I know you do love them, as once you loved me.
I still love you.
I know you do; forgive me. Sometimes it is difficult to remember that I was your first love. Sometimes it is difficult to remember you were my first love. We have since given all that love to Arda and Father’s children. They are wondrous, Manwë.
They are. To look at them is to marvel at Father. To praise them is to worship Him. I shall never tire of them.
Nor shall I. Every age unfolds with greater promise for them than the last. And yet...
Yet, Ulmo?
And yet at times I look back instead of forward. I look back to the days of Music, brother. Such music I have never heard on Arda.
Such music you never shall hear on Arda, dear friend, not until the end of days.
Nor shall I feel your touch on Arda as I felt it then. Nor hear your voice lifted in song, nor taste the wind from your kiss.
Peace, Ulmo. I also look back. My heart also grows heavy with the memory of a warm embrace. I also miss your song of those days, the salt of your lips, the cool water of your hair. I, too, miss the days of Music before Arda.
My friend! My brother! Do not grieve so! Such memories should lift your heart, not burden it. I have never left your side. I still love you, as you still love me. When all the ages have bloomed for Arda, and Father calls all of His children for a final symphony, I shall take your hand in mine again. We are ageless, dear Manwë; what is time to us? Tomorrow, we shall love again.
Tomorrow, dearest Ulmo. I will look no more–only forward to you.
Day: August 25th, 2006:May the morning clouds refresh you at this distance,
and may abundant rains comfort you forever!
Pairing:ManwexUlmo
Rating: G
May the morning clouds refresh you at this distance,
and may abundant rains comfort you forever!
Our father gave you a heavy burden. He made you King of Kings, ruler of all of Arda, and in doing so, took from you your freedom.
I gave it willingly, for love of Father’s Arda and first-born children.
Perhaps you did. I know you do love them, as once you loved me.
I still love you.
I know you do; forgive me. Sometimes it is difficult to remember that I was your first love. Sometimes it is difficult to remember you were my first love. We have since given all that love to Arda and Father’s children. They are wondrous, Manwë.
They are. To look at them is to marvel at Father. To praise them is to worship Him. I shall never tire of them.
Nor shall I. Every age unfolds with greater promise for them than the last. And yet...
Yet, Ulmo?
And yet at times I look back instead of forward. I look back to the days of Music, brother. Such music I have never heard on Arda.
Such music you never shall hear on Arda, dear friend, not until the end of days.
Nor shall I feel your touch on Arda as I felt it then. Nor hear your voice lifted in song, nor taste the wind from your kiss.
Peace, Ulmo. I also look back. My heart also grows heavy with the memory of a warm embrace. I also miss your song of those days, the salt of your lips, the cool water of your hair. I, too, miss the days of Music before Arda.
My friend! My brother! Do not grieve so! Such memories should lift your heart, not burden it. I have never left your side. I still love you, as you still love me. When all the ages have bloomed for Arda, and Father calls all of His children for a final symphony, I shall take your hand in mine again. We are ageless, dear Manwë; what is time to us? Tomorrow, we shall love again.
Tomorrow, dearest Ulmo. I will look no more–only forward to you.