To The End of His Days
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gamgee_ficsTitle: To the End of His Days
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Genre: General, Drama
Length: Tribble
Summary: In the year 1384 SR, after the death of his wife, Sam leaves Middle-earth and sails to Valinor.
Continued from 10. Midnight
11. Grey Havens
It’s just as I remember: white cliffs leading down to a wide, crystal shore. Elven buildings of old sit amongst the cliffs looking out on the sparkling sea. A great white ship is anchored at the dock.
Elfstan navigates the road to the shore, where we’re greeted by a group of elves, friendly and smiling. They immediately begin unloading the carriage as Elfstan and Elanor dismount. Elanor helps me out and we move ourselves out of the way as the elves work.
To my embarrassment, they bow to me and say how honored they are to be sailing with me, Panthael. Elfstan points out a small group and confirms these are the ones he and Fastred had met earlier.
Elanor wants to see the towers. A woman greets us as we approach and offers to show us around. She tells us all about the towers, when they were built and who lives there now. She pauses on the stairs when I need to catch my breath. We eventually make it to the top. There’s a bench encircling the wall and we stand upon it to look out over the sea. From this height, it seems to go on forever. My stomach drops. How long is this boat ride going to last?
When it’s time to go, we make our way to the shore.
“I love you both. I couldn’t be prouder,” I say and Elanor smiles.
There’s tears in her eyes, as in mine, but I know she’s happy. She hugs me and kisses my cheek. “Take care, Sam-dad.”
I hug Elfstan next. I feel as though I should say something wise and important, but all I can think of is, “Well, I’m going.”
Then I let go her hand and walk down the dock. I don’t look back.
GF 8/21/12
Continued in 12. Sailing
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Genre: General, Drama
Length: Tribble
Summary: In the year 1384 SR, after the death of his wife, Sam leaves Middle-earth and sails to Valinor.
Continued from 10. Midnight
11. Grey Havens
It’s just as I remember: white cliffs leading down to a wide, crystal shore. Elven buildings of old sit amongst the cliffs looking out on the sparkling sea. A great white ship is anchored at the dock.
Elfstan navigates the road to the shore, where we’re greeted by a group of elves, friendly and smiling. They immediately begin unloading the carriage as Elfstan and Elanor dismount. Elanor helps me out and we move ourselves out of the way as the elves work.
To my embarrassment, they bow to me and say how honored they are to be sailing with me, Panthael. Elfstan points out a small group and confirms these are the ones he and Fastred had met earlier.
Elanor wants to see the towers. A woman greets us as we approach and offers to show us around. She tells us all about the towers, when they were built and who lives there now. She pauses on the stairs when I need to catch my breath. We eventually make it to the top. There’s a bench encircling the wall and we stand upon it to look out over the sea. From this height, it seems to go on forever. My stomach drops. How long is this boat ride going to last?
When it’s time to go, we make our way to the shore.
“I love you both. I couldn’t be prouder,” I say and Elanor smiles.
There’s tears in her eyes, as in mine, but I know she’s happy. She hugs me and kisses my cheek. “Take care, Sam-dad.”
I hug Elfstan next. I feel as though I should say something wise and important, but all I can think of is, “Well, I’m going.”
Then I let go her hand and walk down the dock. I don’t look back.
GF 8/21/12
Continued in 12. Sailing
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Date: 2012-09-02 03:19 am (UTC)I will not say 'do not weep', for not all tears are an evil." ~Gandalf =)
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