In the summer after Sauron's fall, Aragorn watches the rainbow and reminisces.
Series of eight drabbles.
note: Written for Teitho September challenge "Colours of Middle-earth".
Big hug and thanks to my beta.
the rainbow, and the rainbow is white...
the rainbow over Ephel Dúath. Dark clouds lie over it. But these are
not dangerous, threatening clouds bringing death and gloom to Middle-earth.
This is just a summer storm, bringing refreshment and life to dry land.
The Sun sets,
sinking behind the high tops of Mindolluin. Her last rays illuminate
the Pelennor Fields, Anduin and the clouds over the mountains in the
east. Light and rain meet far in the distance and play. Their kiss elicits
smiles and admiration. Many people wonder – how can ordinary white
rays of light and raindrops create such beauty?
The first time
he saw Minas Tirith, it was a cloudy, dull, gray day. The city's beauty
was dimmed. Yet, Captain Thorongil smiled in awe, enchanted. His heart
lay far away, in the North. But this city might become his home, and
he felt he could be happy here.
But when he
first saw its houses bright under the sun, tower of Ecthelion sparkling
in the sunlight, purple shadow* of Mindolluin falling on the white city
walls, his heart missed a beat. Even if he never came back, he would
carry it in his heart forever.
A home. One
It was the
dawnless day. Or the longest night, as some called it. Aragorn observed
the faces of the men on the ships sailing towards Minas Tirith. Most
were grim. Some were frightened. He couldn't blame them. This long lasting
darkness unnerved even the stoutest hearts.
But then, when
the hour seemed darkest, the wind filled their sails. And a few hours
later, dawn brightened the dark sky, while the clouds started to dissipate.
A patch of clear sky wished them good morning.
The sky had
never seemed so beautifully blue before. That day, it was the colour
that is how he is now known.
Long ago, he
was Estel; just a lonely boy, far from his kin, living among the elves.
Then, later, he was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Chieftain of the Dúnedain;
a man leading the last of his people in the final fight against the
Darkness. And then he came to Lórien, where Lady Galadriel gave him
the greatest gift.
The green stone
now lay on his breast. The prophecy was fulfilled. He took the name
foretold for him. Elessar, the Elfstone of the House of Elendil. Yes,
that was his name now.
walked upon Cerin Amroth barefoot. The birds sang high in the tree crowns,
the leaves whispered in the wind, and Arwen's gown softly rustled on
the grass. With their fingers intertwined, smiling gently at each other,
they stood in the middle of the mound and plighted their troth.
swear that the sun shone brighter that day and that the colours were
never so vivid. He smiled and listened to the bird singing, sure that
even they rejoiced with them. And, all around them, yellow elanor filled
the air with the sweetest scent he had ever known.
he was a child, Aragorn always thought Rivendell was most beautiful
in the autumn. Yes, it was nice to feel the awakening of nature in the
spring. And it was lovely to see all those colourful flowers in the
summer and the bright blue starlit sky. But the warm colours of the
autumn seemed to warm his heart, too.
would be his home, and he knew he'd be happy here. Arwen was beside
him; how could he not be happy? But he knew he'd always miss the golden
and orange hues of Rivendell in the autumn.
All those years
ago, while serving in Gondor, Aragorn saw the Pelennor Fields and thought
them wonderful – an oasis next to the great city of stone. But now
they were devastated by the Enemy's evil forces, burned by fire, scarred
by deadly devices. Death was all around them. Once beautiful fields
were red with blood. So many good men died that day. His heart cried
for Halbarad... and for all who gave their life in this war.
But the Enemy
was defeated now. A new, happier age of Middle-earth would now begin.
None of those brave men died in vain.
the rainbow over Ephel Dúath. Soft footsteps approach him from behind,
and Arwen stops next to him. She puts her arm around his waist and lays
her head on his shoulder.
He is happy.
All his dreams came true. Arwen is beside him. The war is over. The
new age begins.
to the Citadel's edge, he observes Minas Tirith, down to the last level,
and feels warmth in his heart. This beautiful white city he first saw
and fell in love with many years ago, will now be their home till the
end of their days.
* I doubt that
any shadow in real life is purple. But in The Two Towers, Chapter 11
(The Palantir), there is a sentence: "And in two days thence you
shall see the purple shadow of Mount Mindolluin and the walls of the
tower of Denethor white in the morning." So, I decided to use this
motive for the second drabble. ;)