L_A_S Anniversary Challenge Drabble
Apr. 6th, 2006 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
floatingleafThe results of the March/April Challenge on Legolas_Aragorn_Slash have finally been announced, so now it is officially OK for me to post my drabble.:) The challenge was to use a quote from a favorite book or song as the first sentence in a story. Here is the lovely banner I received as a token of my participation.
Title: Tale Untold
Author: Floating Leaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: G
Summary: Aragorn's thoughts
Warning: heavy angst, of the "gloom and doom" variety
Disclaimer: The character doesn't belong to me, and I am deliberately reading too much into his trademark brooding silence...
Author's Notes: The first sentence is taken from one of my favorite love songs, performed by a Greek singer Melina Kana. I'm 99% sure no one here has even heard about her, because her name on my LiveJournal user info page is not underlined - meaning no other user shares that interest with me. But here you go - I revel in discovering obscure folk artists.;) She sings in Greek, but luckily the album includes a booklet with English translations.:P The lyrics were written by Thanasis Papakonstantinou and translated into English by Ishbel Flett. The full translation text is provided below (I don't have access to the Greek original - not that anyone would be interested anyway...;).
The song is extremely sad, and it seemed right somehow to keep my drabble in the same atmosphere of unfulfilled longing. I hardly ever write such painful stuff, but this came easily to me - perhaps because the song moves me deeply every time I hear it. The lyrics themselves do not give it full justice - there is also the haunting melody... but I hope I was able to capture the feeling to some extent, even though my drabble has a slightly different message. Anyway... enough of my rambling.:) Enjoy!
I speak to the high, rugged mountains and tell them of you, of your beauty, the curve of your eyebrows, like the arch of an old stone bridge... I speak to the wide, open plains, long blades of grass swaying in the wind, and tell them how the golden mantle of your hair falls freely down your back... I speak to the swift flowing rivers and bubbling streams, telling them how strong, graceful and agile you are... I speak to the languid, wispy clouds upon the endless blue of a summer sky, telling them how your eyes - clearer, more endless, more blue - sparkle with joy in the sun... I speak to the rain as it wets the ground beneath my feet, telling it how your presence washes away my sorrow... only to give it a deeper meaning. I speak to the trees, your closest companions, telling them of my love for you, of the fiercest longing running like vital juices beneath my skin. But I never speak to you, for I am mortal, and my destiny was sealed before I knew it. And I look away from the unanswered question in your gaze as you contemplate my brooding expression. For that is how it's meant to be - you shall find a companion worthy of your noble heart and able to follow you across the Sea when your time comes. While I shall tread upon my destined path, redeeming my ancestors' failures, striving to bring peace to these troubled lands, until my days are done. Then I shall face the inevitable fate of all mortal creatures, passing into the realm of death... the heavy burden of unspoken desires weighing down upon my ragged soul. And I shall be weary no longer - though still silent... still alone.
The Lyrics:
MILO GIA SENA (I Tell of You)
I speak to the high, rugged mountains
And tell them of you,
Of your beauty, the curve of your eyebrows
Like the arch of an old stone bridge;
And they reply:
"The bridges are overgrown with weeds.
Poor creature, do not be deceived."
I speak to the heavens and the black clouds
And tell them of you,
How the barren earth blossoms
Wherever you walk;
And they reply:
"The earth blossoms where it will.
Poor creature, do not be deceived."
I speak to the remote and lonely springs
And tell them of you,
Of your gaze that says "I love you"...
The angels fly away.
And they reply:
"The angels are made of paper.
Poor creature, do not be deceived."
Title: Tale Untold
Author: Floating Leaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: G
Summary: Aragorn's thoughts
Warning: heavy angst, of the "gloom and doom" variety
Disclaimer: The character doesn't belong to me, and I am deliberately reading too much into his trademark brooding silence...
Author's Notes: The first sentence is taken from one of my favorite love songs, performed by a Greek singer Melina Kana. I'm 99% sure no one here has even heard about her, because her name on my LiveJournal user info page is not underlined - meaning no other user shares that interest with me. But here you go - I revel in discovering obscure folk artists.;) She sings in Greek, but luckily the album includes a booklet with English translations.:P The lyrics were written by Thanasis Papakonstantinou and translated into English by Ishbel Flett. The full translation text is provided below (I don't have access to the Greek original - not that anyone would be interested anyway...;).
The song is extremely sad, and it seemed right somehow to keep my drabble in the same atmosphere of unfulfilled longing. I hardly ever write such painful stuff, but this came easily to me - perhaps because the song moves me deeply every time I hear it. The lyrics themselves do not give it full justice - there is also the haunting melody... but I hope I was able to capture the feeling to some extent, even though my drabble has a slightly different message. Anyway... enough of my rambling.:) Enjoy!
I speak to the high, rugged mountains and tell them of you, of your beauty, the curve of your eyebrows, like the arch of an old stone bridge... I speak to the wide, open plains, long blades of grass swaying in the wind, and tell them how the golden mantle of your hair falls freely down your back... I speak to the swift flowing rivers and bubbling streams, telling them how strong, graceful and agile you are... I speak to the languid, wispy clouds upon the endless blue of a summer sky, telling them how your eyes - clearer, more endless, more blue - sparkle with joy in the sun... I speak to the rain as it wets the ground beneath my feet, telling it how your presence washes away my sorrow... only to give it a deeper meaning. I speak to the trees, your closest companions, telling them of my love for you, of the fiercest longing running like vital juices beneath my skin. But I never speak to you, for I am mortal, and my destiny was sealed before I knew it. And I look away from the unanswered question in your gaze as you contemplate my brooding expression. For that is how it's meant to be - you shall find a companion worthy of your noble heart and able to follow you across the Sea when your time comes. While I shall tread upon my destined path, redeeming my ancestors' failures, striving to bring peace to these troubled lands, until my days are done. Then I shall face the inevitable fate of all mortal creatures, passing into the realm of death... the heavy burden of unspoken desires weighing down upon my ragged soul. And I shall be weary no longer - though still silent... still alone.
The Lyrics:
MILO GIA SENA (I Tell of You)
I speak to the high, rugged mountains
And tell them of you,
Of your beauty, the curve of your eyebrows
Like the arch of an old stone bridge;
And they reply:
"The bridges are overgrown with weeds.
Poor creature, do not be deceived."
I speak to the heavens and the black clouds
And tell them of you,
How the barren earth blossoms
Wherever you walk;
And they reply:
"The earth blossoms where it will.
Poor creature, do not be deceived."
I speak to the remote and lonely springs
And tell them of you,
Of your gaze that says "I love you"...
The angels fly away.
And they reply:
"The angels are made of paper.
Poor creature, do not be deceived."
