TM: Prompt #206
(This is from milliways_bar canon where Námo has a mate (Gorlim the Unhappy) and children, and they have a patchwork sort of family with various characters from other canons.)
I live for my family, patched together out of dumb luck.
Once I would have said I lived for nothing, for no one but Eru, but that changed. Changed never happened to me until Milliways, and I must believe I was led there for this particular reason.
There is joy and brightness in my life now that I'd never known could exist before. I see my mate smile and warmth blossoms in my chest. Our children laugh and run in the snow, shouting at each other in four different languages, and I know absolute happiness. Kelly and Gabriel, now four, pause in a snowdrift to chatter in that bird-like language they taught themselves as infants, like twins, whispering their secrets to each other before Haldir toddles over and pushes snow down on them.
Beside me, Mary Anne packs a snowball before pelting Random with it. Rabastan plays hide-and-seek with Moon and the wolf pups. Nerdanel and Amber speak quietly as they sit on a bench, the Elf's cheeks pink from the cold, her hand held in Amber's.
And finally, standing tall at my side, is Gorlim, sipping his hot cider, wrapped in a thick cloak, and watching his family.
It was for him I once lived for.
Now, I live for this.
This moment. This enjoyment. This hodgepodge family. This peace that neither of us had apart but found together.
Muse: Námo
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Word Count: 230
I live for my family, patched together out of dumb luck.
Once I would have said I lived for nothing, for no one but Eru, but that changed. Changed never happened to me until Milliways, and I must believe I was led there for this particular reason.
There is joy and brightness in my life now that I'd never known could exist before. I see my mate smile and warmth blossoms in my chest. Our children laugh and run in the snow, shouting at each other in four different languages, and I know absolute happiness. Kelly and Gabriel, now four, pause in a snowdrift to chatter in that bird-like language they taught themselves as infants, like twins, whispering their secrets to each other before Haldir toddles over and pushes snow down on them.
Beside me, Mary Anne packs a snowball before pelting Random with it. Rabastan plays hide-and-seek with Moon and the wolf pups. Nerdanel and Amber speak quietly as they sit on a bench, the Elf's cheeks pink from the cold, her hand held in Amber's.
And finally, standing tall at my side, is Gorlim, sipping his hot cider, wrapped in a thick cloak, and watching his family.
It was for him I once lived for.
Now, I live for this.
This moment. This enjoyment. This hodgepodge family. This peace that neither of us had apart but found together.
Muse: Námo
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Word Count: 230