Laurië Lassi – Golden Leaves by Esteliel

Sunshine

"You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right."
--Maya Angelou

Write a story or poem, or create a piece of art on the theme of leaving or returning home.

Sunshine

Everything was as he had left it. That was perhaps the strangest thing about returning home.

Not his rooms, no – his mother was not the sort of person who would leave his rooms completely unchanged as a memorial to the son who had crossed the sea. His bedroom and sitting room would have been used to house guests if the occasion arose, but Glorfindel was pleased to see that all his personal belongings had been kept safe for him in his study.

No, his suite of rooms was not as he had left it, and yet his parents' estate had not changed. There were mares with foals out on the pastures, the apple trees that had stood when he left so many yéni ago were in flower, and the large mansion that had been built from white stone shone peacefully in the warm light of the midday sun...

Ah. There was the difference.

With a sudden shock, Glorfindel realized that nothing was as it had been. This was his childhood home, unchanged over two Ages of the world – and yet it was irrevocably different now.

He had never seen it in the light of the Sun before.