Autumn Voices by ford_of_bruinen

Miriel

Leaves fell to the ground where once she had lain, where once she had rested and sought healing, where once she had died. Then no leaves fell in the gardens of Lorien, no blazing colours kissed the land. It had been spring then, in more ways than one. Today the ground was scattered with windblown leaves and golden grasses. Even Lorien had changed.

Lovingly she touched the fallen leaves, so bright in colour and shade. Never had she managed to weave or create in such colours when she had last lived. These days she did, colours used for death and destruction, fire and blood, not for beauty, never for peace.

The air was cool around her, a reminder of how the world changed as years passed. She could remember a time when it was always warm here; the fires of their spirits burning brighter then than they did now, brightest of all shone Fëanáro, her son. She sighed and rose again, starting her long walk back to the halls of weaving. Fëanáro’s time was gone; the fires had faded, lingering only in the colour of autumn. She felt at home here. Autumn had been hers long before it first came