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piploverJust a ficlet that was inspired by the song Fields of Gold by Eva Cassidy. If you haven't heard it, I highly recomend it. Along with a box of tissues.
Fields of Gold
The winter following the final battle of the Dark Lord was cold and bitter, with families huddled together around fires for warmth, dreaming of the day that Spring would arrive and lessen the bone chilling drafts that seemed to permeate every house.
No one expected a good harvest. There had been too little time to plant the earth during the recovery of their wounds, and the land had become contaminated with the blood of those who had fallen. Still, it was with much delight that the first warm breezes were greeted, and people swore they would be gratefull for whatever the season brought.
King Elessar, standing upon his balcony and overlooking the fields of his people, wondered what land would provide for his Kingdom. Even he had felt the silent despair that had filled even the staunchest hearts that winter.
But as the air warmed and the fragrance of flowers began to fill the air, a hope seemed to fill the souls of those of Gondor. No one knew why, precisly, the dark cloud that had hovered over them seemed to disipate. Only the feeling as though they were breathing fresh air after being in a stale room seemed to fill them.
Then, one morning, as was his habbit, King Elessar stood upon the highest balcony of the highest tower, the palantir held firmly in his hands as he prepared to cast his gaze across his land.
The sun had barely begun to crest, a sliver of light casting the lands and fields below him into a golden sea. As the King turned his gaze into the heart of the orb, only one image filled his mind.
Walking amongst the fields, leaving no footsteps to mark his passage, a lone figure made his way peacefully through the land, hands gently grazing the stalks of wheat and barley as he passed.
Startled, for no matter how hard he tried, King Elessar could not make out the mysterious figure's identity, he found his gaze leaving the palantir to roam across the land below him.
There, walking as though through a dream, strode the figure. For one moment he paused, looking up, up, up, until, impossible as it might had seeemed, he met the King's gaze.
And the King new, as the figure strode on, that it was not some wayward spirit blessing the land, but his friend and brother, Boromir, watching over and protecting that which he loved so much.
And the harvest that year was known as the fields of gold.
Fields of Gold
The winter following the final battle of the Dark Lord was cold and bitter, with families huddled together around fires for warmth, dreaming of the day that Spring would arrive and lessen the bone chilling drafts that seemed to permeate every house.
No one expected a good harvest. There had been too little time to plant the earth during the recovery of their wounds, and the land had become contaminated with the blood of those who had fallen. Still, it was with much delight that the first warm breezes were greeted, and people swore they would be gratefull for whatever the season brought.
King Elessar, standing upon his balcony and overlooking the fields of his people, wondered what land would provide for his Kingdom. Even he had felt the silent despair that had filled even the staunchest hearts that winter.
But as the air warmed and the fragrance of flowers began to fill the air, a hope seemed to fill the souls of those of Gondor. No one knew why, precisly, the dark cloud that had hovered over them seemed to disipate. Only the feeling as though they were breathing fresh air after being in a stale room seemed to fill them.
Then, one morning, as was his habbit, King Elessar stood upon the highest balcony of the highest tower, the palantir held firmly in his hands as he prepared to cast his gaze across his land.
The sun had barely begun to crest, a sliver of light casting the lands and fields below him into a golden sea. As the King turned his gaze into the heart of the orb, only one image filled his mind.
Walking amongst the fields, leaving no footsteps to mark his passage, a lone figure made his way peacefully through the land, hands gently grazing the stalks of wheat and barley as he passed.
Startled, for no matter how hard he tried, King Elessar could not make out the mysterious figure's identity, he found his gaze leaving the palantir to roam across the land below him.
There, walking as though through a dream, strode the figure. For one moment he paused, looking up, up, up, until, impossible as it might had seeemed, he met the King's gaze.
And the King new, as the figure strode on, that it was not some wayward spirit blessing the land, but his friend and brother, Boromir, watching over and protecting that which he loved so much.
And the harvest that year was known as the fields of gold.
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Date: 2004-12-13 04:11 am (UTC)(You might want to correct 'lesson' to 'lessen', and 'feilds' to 'fields')
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