Naked in the Dark

Frodo at the Fire as he claims the Ring and is claimed by it and also claimed by another. Inspired by jan-u-wine’s poem of the same name. Written in response of the April 2011 LOTR Genfic community challenge to write a poem. My element was ‘mountain’ which is very interesting as I had already written much of this before I received that so it was easy to insert the word right in!

Nominated for a 2011 MEFA! Completely slash-free as always.

I am naked before him

And he before me

The last veil swept away

He can feel my lust

And I can feel his

A terrible fire that blackens

as it consumes the sacrifice I bring

Then I feel an overwhelming fear

that I marvel is coming from him

He sees his peril, but does he not know

it is for naught?

I cannot choose to destroy this thing

that has destroyed me

I cannot choose to destroy

my self

Cruel arms surround me

I fight them, thinking they are his,

seeking after his prize

Claws rend me as his malice has this entire time,

leaving me long before now raw and bleeding before him

Hatred and rage fill me as I realize that

a greater lust has invaded our union

Teeth crueler than the arms pierce us

A howl fills the air

as our treasure is wrested away

I kneel at the edge as the flames leap up

to consume it,

him,

me

I am left alone, as the fire burns through

the empty shell that is all that is left within

The agony of my loss makes me long to

drown myself in the flames below,

to quench with it the lust that burns

with everlasting fire,

to warm the cold in which

my nothingness now shivers,

bereft of our precious,

bereft of everything

No, not everything

A different warmth comes,

a gentle hand takes me own

a light filters into the darkness

I look at the one who smiles at me,

naked to him as well

I tremble at what he must see

I stare mesmerized

as he clothes me in his love,

anoints the tears in me with his tears,

and even as the world ends around us

rejoices that I am free

I wonder what he means

Free of what?

To do what?

There are no choices left

Only the doom that brought us to this mountain,

that I brought him here to share

He mourns the loss of a single finger of mine,

regretting that he has nothing to bind or comfort it with

He is wrong there

He binds it with his love

and comforts it with his light

He says he would rather have given a whole hand of his own,

but he will soon be giving so much more than that

in the fire that will consume us both,

as it has already consumed me these long months

I would beg forgiveness but

I know it would be for naught

He will not despair even now

He still lives

I am neither alive nor dead,

empty but for the love he gives

and the lust that still burns

He cannot fill the nothingness that is within

or the nothingness that awaits

Only for love of him

do I allow him to lead me away,

to delay our doom a few moments longer,

to stretch out my agony in order not to add to his

He tenderly caresses my broken hand and heart,

telling me how much he wishes he could hear

the tale that will be told of us

I cannot help but smile as I look into his shining eyes

My hope

my love

my light

my life

He is my own

And I belong to him

Here at the end of all things,

I am glad

I am free