35. Chorus VII (Sprawling Considerations)
“What do We think?
We do not Think.
We Know, Perceive, Comprehend, Consider.”
Very well, what do You…
Valar looking back and forth, to and fro,
Sizzling eyes glistening with thought
Manwë leans forward, growls.
Varda hand in chin, sighs.
Finally, grim Doomsman
clears his ghostly throat
leans against the Door of the Dead, says:
“Kill him off, I say.
End his misery, it’s only fair.
Come, Sunny Brother Manwë:
Do it with a knife, sliding through skin and muscle and gut.
Do it with an arrow, thunking deep into the jugular, spraying blood.
Do it with a blow to the head, smash his brains in – what’s left of them anyway.
Or have him do it himself, nice and clean, sanitized
With one drink too many and yellowing insides.
Or have him do it himself, nice and messy,
Ripping away a neck – ”
Varda – blazing eyes, shining supernova – commands.
“Námo, you are greedy.”
“Fear not, Mandos-Keeper,”
Meanwhile, swoop down with an Eagle, flying
the rush of air and wind in your ears, making your eyes water
nearly blowing you off the feathery back, hold tight!
Dive barrel-roll to the side, over and over, around
White Mountain peaks sparkling with summer snow
Nose-dive down, there they are, just dots on the rolling plains
A trail of dots moving slowly slowly on
With crowds of other dots to the sides, waving and cheering,
a muffled, faraway cheer.
Fly close now:
swoop past King Elessar Telcontar, Queen Arwen Undomiel,
swoop past Éomer King, Lord Steward Faramir, Lady Éowyn,
swoop past dead Théoden-corpse,
swoop past Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Gimli,
Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Celeborn, Galadriel,
Imrahil, Lothíriel, and… and We don’t know who that person is, sorry, ha ha,
swoop past them all
down to Boromir and Dínendal, trotting.
A low hiss: “Muffle your voice.
You speak too loud and ill you speak.
You are drunk.”
Reeling: “What ill is there in truth? Silence silence silence silence
silence to hear your foolish brother’s prolongated death, eh?
Damn you, Dínendal, damn you and plague take you
and drag you down to Mandos with the other two, rotten filth!”
“I will forget that. Friend.”
Disgruntled snort, swaying forward into the horse’s neck.
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