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."
Synthesis and intersection, a drabble
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Prompts - Lit:B5 Scientifiction, Art:O4 Silhouette Portrait, Poetry:G3 Elegy , Fanwork:I5 Magical Healing Elves
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Aurë Entuluva — day would come, if he had to rouse Tilion from his bed himself, and Arien with him, sing the near-space into incandescence. Call on Earendil and Venus both to light a way. Light strong enough to cast shadows, to throw the problem -- the edges, the silhouette, the emergent shape, not the whole by any means -- into relief. Into something that could be clearly, inescapably seen.
That statue was a symptom as much as a statement, the acid-etched defying verse a still-fighting immune system. Though why he was thinking in medical metaphors was a question. Healing, though; healing and light made sense. Not an elegy, this, though the intermittent rain was warm as tears.
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