Drabble-poems by Flora-lass  

Still Loved

Morwen watches Túrin sleep, after Lalaith's death. The prompts were:

loved, still, gleaming, gold

We walk the hillside like lost souls in the night

Grief will teach you new names

You are still loved,

Though Lalaith has left us and laughter is stilled,

And discordant chords replace those sweet songs

As Húrin's harp breaks

In tune with my heart.

You are still loved, son of Húrin,

Though her gleaming golden hair is gone

And we are all dulled like lost souls in the dark.

You are still loved, son of Morwen,

Though you may not utter that one dear name,

And many new names await you.

You are still loved, my son,

Though I may not tell you until too late.

For you still live

And the Enemy lives also.