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Footsteps, Vanishing, by Himring
Author: Himring
Title: Footsteps, Vanishing
Characters: Luthien, Daeron
Pairing: Daeron/Luthien (unrequited)
Text type / Format: ficlet
Source / Fandom: Silmarillion
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Word Count: 113
Summary: Luthien's dancing. Reflections on transience.
Author notes: For the June challenge (alliteration). Also for Tolkien Ekphrasis prompts and a prompt by Elleth.
None of us shall see Luthien dance again, although so many have tried to grasp the beauty of those steps with words and song and image: a vanished world of movement and music, lost in time. Was Daeron the first to be troubled by that, when Doriath still seemed forever? Luthien, he wrote, ah Luthien! But she danced away, every moment, and what he had captured was the sound of his sigh.
Flash of feet among umbels, never to be quite repeated. Luthien, ah Luthien! We cast nets into the stream of time, but the meshes are too wide. We are left holding our empty nets, dripping, but each drop glitters with dreams.
Title: Footsteps, Vanishing
Characters: Luthien, Daeron
Pairing: Daeron/Luthien (unrequited)
Text type / Format: ficlet
Source / Fandom: Silmarillion
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Word Count: 113
Summary: Luthien's dancing. Reflections on transience.
Author notes: For the June challenge (alliteration). Also for Tolkien Ekphrasis prompts and a prompt by Elleth.
None of us shall see Luthien dance again, although so many have tried to grasp the beauty of those steps with words and song and image: a vanished world of movement and music, lost in time. Was Daeron the first to be troubled by that, when Doriath still seemed forever? Luthien, he wrote, ah Luthien! But she danced away, every moment, and what he had captured was the sound of his sigh.
Flash of feet among umbels, never to be quite repeated. Luthien, ah Luthien! We cast nets into the stream of time, but the meshes are too wide. We are left holding our empty nets, dripping, but each drop glitters with dreams.