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Jay's Drabblets  by Jay of Lasgalen

Starlight

“I’m scared, Elr’hir.”  A small hand crept into his.

“Scared?  Why?” 

Estel edged a little closer.  “I can’t see.  It’s too dark.”

Elrohir sat on the dewy grass, and pulled Estel into his lap.  “Dark?  No.  Look – look up.”   Estel leaned against him and looked up obediently.  “Now, what do you see?”

“Stars.”

“Yes.  Do you see how lovely they are?   It is only now, when it is dark, that we can see the stars.”

Estel snuggled closer.  “Are they always there?”

“Aye.   Never fear the dark, Estel.  The stars shine most brightly when the night is at its darkest.” 

 

Darkness

Throughout the long night of Moria,  he could feel the endless dark pressing on him.  Doubt and despair began to gnaw at him again; fears and memories of the last time he had passed this way tormented him.

The darkness became ever more stifling – no night had ever been darker!  With the thought, a distant image flickered; and from the past, yet clear and bright, he heard Elrohir’s voice.  “Never fear the dark, Estel.  The stars shine most brightly when the night is at its darkest.”

 

He smiled, finding as much comfort now as the child had so long ago.

 

 

 Author's Notes:  A pair of drabbles written for the Tolkien Weekly 'Dark' challenge.





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