Moments by StarSpray

Wake Among the Flowers

Huan moved slowly through the woods of Lórien, sniffing at the flowers and pausing to drink from the clear streams. Birds sang high above in the beech trees, and Elves and Maiar sang too, soothing lullabies and songs of healing and rest and good dreams. Irmo passed by in a cloud of butterflies; Estë slept the high noon away somewhere in the shade. There was no hurry.

Finally, Huan came to a meadow near the far edge of Lórien, where those released from Mandos awoke. He lay down beside the figure there, silver hair spread across the long green grass, face young and fair and relaxed in sleep. All around were flowers of all hues and kinds, red poppies and purple hyacinths; yellow-eyed daisies and sweet-smelling violets. The sun rose to noon and sank lazily westward, and as twilight began to fall over the meadow like a soft purple blanket, Celegorm stirred. Huan watched him take a deep breath, watched his eyes open to see the first evening stars overhead. For a long while he lay there in silence, just watching the sky.

Then he sighed and turned his head—and his gaze fell on Huan, who leaned forward to lick at his face, and nuzzle into his neck. “Huan?” he whispered, eyes going wide. Then he rolled over to throw his arms around Huan’s neck, burying his face in Huan’s thick fur as he wept. Huan rested his head on Celegorm’s shoulder and huffed a contented sigh.