Sudden Flame
Небольшой комикс о том, как раненому Финроду является видение о судьбе Ангрода и Аэгнора.
Sudden Flame part 1 by ~hrymfaxe on deviantART
Sudden Flame part 2 by ~hrymfaxe on deviantART
Комикс основан
"I awaken with a jerk. A healer is working on my arm. "Be still, my lord," he says without much patience. Many are the wounded, and I delay him. I should make apology, but--
the dream
--was what came to me a vision? I close my eyes. I feel not the sting of the needle in and out, in and out of the wound in my arm. The smell of pine assails me. The trees are thrashing against a bone-white sky; the earth is flinty and the hoofbeats of our horses very loud against it, our laughter seeming to reach as far as the heavens ...
Or two little boys. Two restless little boys alike with their golden hair, trying to be respectful to their older brother reading to them, but the smaller bursting out, in spite of himself, "Can we go, Findaráto, to play?" A wooden sword hidden beneath the table, across his knees.
Deeper, I slide into dreams. Deeper.
The smell of fire.
The clash of swords in the courtyard, only these are not made of wood. The pines thrash harder and fall. They remember the laughter. They remember the laughter, even as it turns to screams."
Автор - Dawn Felagund, источник:
http://www.silmarillionwritersguild.org/archive/home/viewstory.php?sid=297&textsize=0&chapter=2
Нужен ли кому-то перевод? Я могу сделать, хотя, имхо, этот текст интересен только в составе комикса.
Sudden Flame part 1 by ~hrymfaxe on deviantART
Sudden Flame part 2 by ~hrymfaxe on deviantART
Комикс основан
"I awaken with a jerk. A healer is working on my arm. "Be still, my lord," he says without much patience. Many are the wounded, and I delay him. I should make apology, but--
the dream
--was what came to me a vision? I close my eyes. I feel not the sting of the needle in and out, in and out of the wound in my arm. The smell of pine assails me. The trees are thrashing against a bone-white sky; the earth is flinty and the hoofbeats of our horses very loud against it, our laughter seeming to reach as far as the heavens ...
Or two little boys. Two restless little boys alike with their golden hair, trying to be respectful to their older brother reading to them, but the smaller bursting out, in spite of himself, "Can we go, Findaráto, to play?" A wooden sword hidden beneath the table, across his knees.
Deeper, I slide into dreams. Deeper.
The smell of fire.
The clash of swords in the courtyard, only these are not made of wood. The pines thrash harder and fall. They remember the laughter. They remember the laughter, even as it turns to screams."
Автор - Dawn Felagund, источник:
http://www.silmarillionwritersguild.org/archive/home/viewstory.php?sid=297&textsize=0&chapter=2
Нужен ли кому-то перевод? Я могу сделать, хотя, имхо, этот текст интересен только в составе комикса.