At the end of days, again (non-Challenge), by Himring
Author : Himring
Fandom : Silmarillion, Lord of the Rings, Notion Club Papers (History of Middle-earth)
Rating : General
Characters : Original characters
Disclaimer : dialogue and title adapted from The Lord of the Rings (ROTK); characters inspired by Notion Club Papers
Spoilers : none
Summary: Sometime, somewhere, in the Seventh Age, another distant descendant of Elendil dreams of Numenor.
Another deafening explosion, right above them. Then ominous silence. Dust trickled down the walls of the bomb shelter.
‘It reminds me of Numenor,’ muttered Alwin.
‘Numenor?’
‘Yes,’ said Alwin, ‘the land that foundered, the great wave climbing over the lands, coming on, darkness inescapable. I dream of it, sometimes.’
‘Then you think it is coming?’ asked Fidel. ‘Darkness inescapable?’
They leaned closer to him.
‘No,’ said Alwin. ‘I do not know what is happening. I can see nothing but destruction all around us, but still… In this moment I cannot believe any darkness will endure!’
And he took their hand.
A/N: written for a SWG challenge
Fandom : Silmarillion, Lord of the Rings, Notion Club Papers (History of Middle-earth)
Rating : General
Characters : Original characters
Disclaimer : dialogue and title adapted from The Lord of the Rings (ROTK); characters inspired by Notion Club Papers
Spoilers : none
Summary: Sometime, somewhere, in the Seventh Age, another distant descendant of Elendil dreams of Numenor.
Another deafening explosion, right above them. Then ominous silence. Dust trickled down the walls of the bomb shelter.
‘It reminds me of Numenor,’ muttered Alwin.
‘Numenor?’
‘Yes,’ said Alwin, ‘the land that foundered, the great wave climbing over the lands, coming on, darkness inescapable. I dream of it, sometimes.’
‘Then you think it is coming?’ asked Fidel. ‘Darkness inescapable?’
They leaned closer to him.
‘No,’ said Alwin. ‘I do not know what is happening. I can see nothing but destruction all around us, but still… In this moment I cannot believe any darkness will endure!’
And he took their hand.
A/N: written for a SWG challenge