Week 63 Topic: What can you say is truly yours?
“My lord, do you want someone to collect the rest of your belongings?”
He raises an eyebrow at the question and I admit that I am more than a little confused. “I have no other belongings Aniolad.” He stutters at that, “You were expecting me to take everything that I own with me?”
He shakes his head quickly, “Of course not my lord, but surely there is more than that?”
“That box contains all I need.” I turn away, not wanting to carry on this pointless conversation.
The box is the one I brought with me from Beleriand, or rather, the one that survived the wars and the constant moving around. It’s only five foot long, but it’s strong and well made and holds everything I intend to take West with me, because there are few things I care for enough to want to take.
All the gold and treasures that I’ve hoarded over the years, none of that is truly mine, the books I’ve accumulated are just copies of copies, and the weapons are something I never intend to need or use again.
What are truly mine are my flute and my battle worn sword, the wreaths that Legolas and Lithraniel made, and the memories that I take from this place.
What is truly mine is the love that I have for my wife and my son, and the knowledge that I have gained that can never be taken from me.
Muse: Thranduil
Fandom: LoTR/The Hobbit
Word Count: 242
He raises an eyebrow at the question and I admit that I am more than a little confused. “I have no other belongings Aniolad.” He stutters at that, “You were expecting me to take everything that I own with me?”
He shakes his head quickly, “Of course not my lord, but surely there is more than that?”
“That box contains all I need.” I turn away, not wanting to carry on this pointless conversation.
The box is the one I brought with me from Beleriand, or rather, the one that survived the wars and the constant moving around. It’s only five foot long, but it’s strong and well made and holds everything I intend to take West with me, because there are few things I care for enough to want to take.
All the gold and treasures that I’ve hoarded over the years, none of that is truly mine, the books I’ve accumulated are just copies of copies, and the weapons are something I never intend to need or use again.
What are truly mine are my flute and my battle worn sword, the wreaths that Legolas and Lithraniel made, and the memories that I take from this place.
What is truly mine is the love that I have for my wife and my son, and the knowledge that I have gained that can never be taken from me.
Muse: Thranduil
Fandom: LoTR/The Hobbit
Word Count: 242