A Sense of History: Straight Road
The next in a series of articles about ships passing to and from the West, Simon uses "The Fall of Númenor" to attempt to arrive at Tolkien's reading of the exordium to "Beowulf."
I close my eyes to see you, my beloved, stand on the terrace bathed in the starlight, more beautiful than the moonlight. You turn to me and smile. In your eyes, I can see the promise of a better tomorrow. How I wish to touch your golden hair! To take your hands in mine and tell you everything I didn’t tell you before. Then, darkness surrounds me and I can hardly breathe.
Do you still love me? Will you care for me, when you see how miserable I look now? Will you understand what I went through?
In the toughest moments of my slavery, the thought of you alone kept me from losing my mind. And now I’m coming home, longing to meet you and unsure of what might happen. I keep telling myself that if the love I saw in your eyes is as strong as mine, then nothing will ever tear us apart, my Faelivrin.
The sunbeams warm my face and I open my eyes to see my companion stand on the bank of Narog. I walk over to him and put my hand on his shoulder with a smile.
“Come, Túrin. We will soon be in Nargothrond.”