Gilraen leaves for Rivendell by Himring

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Gilraen leaves for Rivendell


Farewell, the smoky cottage, farewell, the tear-soaked pillow!

A son of Elrond rides to my right, a son of Elrond rides to my left,

but I would not have chosen to leave the Angle,

did I not carry Hope of the Dunedain on my saddlebow.

 

Farewell, foresighted mother, farewell, my troubled father!

I will pen brief letters home without name or signature.

I would not have chosen to leave the Angle,

did I not carry Hope of the Dunedain in my arms.

 

Chilblains in winter, flooding in spring,

midges in summer— brief and hard the lives of the Dunedain,

but I would never have chosen to leave the Angle,

did I not carry the Hope of our people against my heart.


Chapter End Notes

This was originally posted to Many Paths to Tread, I think, and uploaded to AO3 in 2014.

One of the excellent stories by Rhapsody that inspired it is The Greatest Gift of All.


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