Grass Challenge: "Pasture"
Title: Fathers and Sons
Author: Necronomijon
Characters/Pairing: Elendil, Isildur, Anarion, Elendur, Aratan, Ciryon, Meneldil
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: None
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author
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We stand by the fence and watch as the new foal rises unsteadily in the bright spring sunshine.
Father’s eyes glisten with tears and I think I understand why- new life is always precious, after all, but to him, after all the death he has seen…
My brother’s eyes glisten with joy and I understand a little of why- being but days since the birth of his fourth son.
Our sons’ eyes glisten with wonder and I understand why immediately- new life is especially precious when witnessed for the first time.
My eyes glisten too.
I do not understand why.
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Author: Necronomijon
Characters/Pairing: Elendil, Isildur, Anarion, Elendur, Aratan, Ciryon, Meneldil
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: None
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author
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We stand by the fence and watch as the new foal rises unsteadily in the bright spring sunshine.
Father’s eyes glisten with tears and I think I understand why- new life is always precious, after all, but to him, after all the death he has seen…
My brother’s eyes glisten with joy and I understand a little of why- being but days since the birth of his fourth son.
Our sons’ eyes glisten with wonder and I understand why immediately- new life is especially precious when witnessed for the first time.
My eyes glisten too.
I do not understand why.
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