Rotting On The Vine: 1. I

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1. I

Thunder rumbles overhead.

My son does not flinch.

He never does.

All he cares for is his vines.

It was not always so.

Once he was full of life, of love, of laughter...

Now all he cares for is his vines.

The ships are readied in the harbour; they only await our order to set sail.

I have tried to tell my son this, but he does not care.

All he cares for is his vines.

*

Thunder rumbles overhead.

My daughter does not flinch.

She never does.

All she cares for is her lover.

It was not always so.

Once she was full of joy, of life and laughter...

Now all she cares for is her lover.

All our effects are packed; they await only my word to have them transferred to the ship to take us away, to take us into the West...

I have tried to tell my daughter this, but she does not care.

All she cares for is her lover, and all he cares for is his vines.

*

Thunder rumbles overhead.

I do not flinch.

I never do.

All I care for is my Aruthir.

It was not always so.

Once I would have cowered before it. Now...

...now it is just noise.

My mother is noise, my father is noise...

I do not hear their words- I cannot hear their words.

All I care for is my Aruthir, and all he cares for is his vines.

*

Thunder rumbles overhead.

I do not flinch- I never do.

I used to, but now...

Now nothing affects me.

My father asks me, my mother pleads with me, my Lorniel begs me...

...but it is just noise.

I do not hear their words- I cannot hear their words.

My vines rot despite my best efforts.

Nothing else matters.

*

Thunder rumbles overhead.

I do not flinch.

Once upon a time I would have done, but now...

The ship sails onwards, and that is all that matters.

The shadow over Middle Earth grows darker by the day- it sinks its claws deeper by the day.

My decision was simple- flee and live or stay and die.

Middle Earth is lost- the fruit rots upon the vine.

I will not flinch.

I cannot flinch.


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, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Aruthir

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: Drama

Rating: General

Last Updated: 07/24/14

Original Post: 03/25/14

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