This Moment, All Your Life by Himring

This Moment, All Your Life

Read This Moment, All Your Life

Take these broken rhymes and learn to sing

In the dead of night, Maglor startles awake.

Did he see a woman plummeting into the sea?

Did he see a jewel turn into a bird and fly away?

It is wrong to be uncertain, suddenly—the last thing he should forget is his own worst deeds.

But in the dark it becomes harder to distinguish: what he witnessed, what he may have imagined.

He lifts doubt and confusion into music; a kind of song tears out of him, leaving him huddled on the sand.
 

White bird, fly
White bird, fly

 

Entirely elsewhere, Elwing shudders at an echo, heard without ears.

Turning back into a woman, she drops onto a rainswept beach, her arms still extended to the sky.

It is wrong that a lost sound on the wind should need to ask her to be who she is.

Isn’t it?

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Chapter End Notes

This is obviously inspired by the song "Blackbird" by The Beatles but, in the dead of night, my brain did something rather different with it.

Thinking about it further, I feel this piece does share some themes with a couple of my other Maglor stories.