A Measure of Tears by Himring  

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Four

Aftermath (Summer)


It was still summer

When they piled the corpses on the Plain.

It was still summer

When the walking wounded tossed and turned in Gondolin.

It was still summer

When southern Beleriand braced for the blow.

 

It was still summer when far away

A child roamed green fields in Lebennin

Among the tall grass, without care,

Picking mallos and alfirin,

Not knowing the world had just grown darker—

And how might she guess?


Chapter End Notes

You will probably recognize that the last part is inspired by "Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui" from ROTK (Lord of the Rings, The Last Debate)


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