: Not mine. BtVS belongs to Whedon. Lord of the Rings is Prof. J.R.R. Tolkien's.Author's Note
: I wanted to revisit "The Last Battle" from Elladan's perspective, and then my local radio station went on a Zeppelin kick...Mine's a tale that can't be told
It is a lie, of course. It can be told. All tales, no matter how horrible, can be. Sometimes the most awful ones are the ones that should be. But this one I tell not often, because the memory is too precious to share with any but a chosen few. My twin, and my father. Perhaps my mother, when I see her again, when the time comes to leave these shores.My freedom I hold dear.
I had never yet laid eyes on any woman, elleth or mortal, whose fëa called out to my own. I occasionally told others that it was just as well, for had we two not sworn vengeance on the yrch for our mother’s torment? One who lives for the hunt has little time for love.How years ago in days of old
And then, in the time that it was foretold the Men of the West would either defeat their old enemy Sauron or fall into darkness utterly, love came into my life unexpected and unlooked for. Even as the Ring was found by the unlikeliest of persons, so too was my heart.When magic filled the air.
She was not of Arda. We might have known that merely looking upon her, with her strange garb and weapons the like of which had never before been seen east of the sea. But all the firstborn who stood upon the spot where she appeared felt the power in the air and in the earth that echoed her coming. Some were worried, dreading that the evil one was calling allies to him from beyond the circles of this world. Others were hopeful that this was one last blessing of the Valar. Both ideas held a seed of truth.T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor
She was from beyond this world, but she was also a blessing. None among us had ever seen a woman of the Edain who could fight as she did. The grace of her movements was more like our own warriors, the way her fëa bent so completely to the fight unlike any but the greatest of heroes. She came to us in the moment of Gondor’s greatest need, when it looked as though even the valiant Rohirrim would not hold back Sauron’s hordes until Estel arrived to save his city.I met a girl so fair.
I was one of the few she confided in. I know that Estel did not hear the whole of her history. Not even he, desperate as he was to defeat Sauron, would have asked her to march with him to Mordor, to fight for the world of men had he known. Even though it was not men of this world who abused her so, it would have seemed to him dishonorable to ask her to shoulder once more a burden she thought she had escaped. Oddly, because it was not asked of her, she took it freely. I think she would have done so even had she known what awaited her.But Gollum, and the evil one crept up
For while the West was victorious, and Sauron defeated, there was a terrible price to be paid. Frodo, the Ring bearer, and his faithful companion Samwise, were very nearly killed in the ruin of Mordor. Mithrandir and Gwaihir together were only just in time to save them from the fires of Orodruin. But for my beloved, there was no such reprieve. Even as Barad-dur fell into ruin, her eyes closed in the sleep from which there is no waking. I believe she knew, though, that she was victorious. Such a spirit could never rest before its enemy’s defeat.And slipped away with her
We had so short a time together, only that between the battle of the Pelennor and the march to Morannon. But that was enough to know that she was the only woman I shall ever love. And now I face a terrible choice, the choice of the Peredhil. My sister has already chosen, but my twin and I have ours yet before us: to remain of the Eldar, and sail to the Undying Lands; or to be counted among the Edain, becoming mortal, and sunder ourselves from our kin forever. For only mortals know what it is to die, to leave the circles of this world. But that is the only way I will ever see Buffy again. Perhaps my name was well chosen.