Motionless in Time by The Wavesinger

The Land of the Dead That Live

Poem: The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats

Line: And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow

Summary: This once in the history of Arda, valour, love, and sacrifice will reap their reward.

Characters/Relationships: Beren, Lúthien, Beren/Lúthien

Notes: Not much substance, just musings. For Crackers, as an apology.

Word count: 100

Dor Firn-i-Guinar, people call it, the land of the dead that live. But to them it is simply Home.

Everything they need is found there; trees laden with fruit, sparkling streams of fresh water. Flowers spring up beneath Lúthien’s feet, and birds and beasts flock to Beren.

Its beauty is all-encompassing.

And slowly, slowly, it strips them of their cares, their weariness, their injuries, until finally, they are worry-free, their hearts unburdened by life’s agonies. Then, for a time, they are at peace.

This once in the long history of Arda, valour, love, and sacrifice will reap their full reward.