A Party of Special Magnificence
The Halls of Waiting: 1. The Halls of Waiting
The Halls of Waiting
By Mar'isu
By Mar'isu
5/4/2006
In the mind of Eru they meet, golden-haired, bright-eyed and shining. Twins more perfect than any mother could birth.
"I die," says one.
"I live," says the other.
"Through fire, I serve."
"With fire, I save."
Identical hands meet and clasp between them, like grasping through a mirror.
"From the dawn of Men," the vow continues.
"To the dusk of Elves."
Two selves merge to one, and that one speaks with the voice of both. "Glorfindel of Gondolin is still Lord of the Golden Flower."
Awaiting hope in Ennor, a golden warrior at last remembers life's command. "Go, Glorfindel of Imladris, and fear no falling shadow!"
