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thelonelylakelengthen the night and shorten the day. the silmarillion & other histories of middle-earth - j. r. r. tolkien, lalaith. death cannot keep her from the river. 100w, rated t. for zdenka in ficortreat 2018.
Lalaith is singing, the notes skipping across the surface of the river like stones. Lalaith is singing, the tall grasses of the river-bank growing with her voice, reaching up over her head — not so very far — and weaving together a secret home.
Lalaith has not laughed since she died. Lalaith has not stopped singing since she died.
Lalaith sings her name, and the river-name, and her long child's-fingers creep outwards, searching for any bits of memories she might need to keep.
Twilight is falling; her friends coming closer.
Twilight is falling, and Lalaith is singing to keep her bones inside.
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zdenka in ficortreat 2018.Lalaith is singing, the notes skipping across the surface of the river like stones. Lalaith is singing, the tall grasses of the river-bank growing with her voice, reaching up over her head — not so very far — and weaving together a secret home.
Lalaith has not laughed since she died. Lalaith has not stopped singing since she died.
Lalaith sings her name, and the river-name, and her long child's-fingers creep outwards, searching for any bits of memories she might need to keep.
Twilight is falling; her friends coming closer.
Twilight is falling, and Lalaith is singing to keep her bones inside.
Also on the Silmarillion Writer's Guild.
