I Who Am Water by Himring

I Who Am Water

No matter how many water lilies he brings, this circle of bowls that I can lightly leap across cannot be my wide pool, deep and clear, my ancient home in the river.

‘Goldberry’, he calls me, ‘Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!’

And I consent.  I consent to be Goldberry. I sleep in Tom’s arms at night. I welcome our visitors. I sing water, I who am water; I sing rain for hobbits at summer’s end.

If I withheld my consent, I could slip the noose and turn into a nameless brook hurrying down to the Withywindle. No house or door could hold me. Not even Tom could stop me.

Chapter End Notes

When I posted this in 2014, I wrote:

Possibly influenced by a fic that I have read, but which I cannot clearly remember. If it reminds you of someone else's fic, please let me know whose it is...

I have read and love Clodia's stories featuring Goldberry.

(I did not receive any helpful response to that request and, if that fic even existed, I remember it even less now.)