The Shrine Of Resurrection (Fic)Cold.
That was the first thought that had wormed him out of unconsciousness, he was so cold. Freezing in fact. Why was he so cold? Glorfindel could think of nothing but cold as he lay there.
Why was everything. So. Fuzzy? And heavy. His limbs were so heavy.
Glorfindel groaned. Perhaps this was a prank.
Had Ecthelion moved his bed in the fountain again?
There was water lapping at his limbs. However. It felt. Different. Heavy. Everything was so heavy.
Glorfindel could not find any energy to move. Everything was too, blurred.
“Glorfindel.” His eyes shot open.
Everything felt like fire.
All at once energy surged through him. Zapping through his body as a strike of lighting. Everything hurt. Burned. His chest burned. Fire. With every choked breath, Glorfindel’s chest was further consumed by the fire. Coughing hurt worse, and blue liquid sputtered out of his lungs with every rasp.
“It’s okay! It’s okay! Just breathe.” A han
The Princess of Spring~
Vibrant lived oh beautiful Trilline
Full of life and growth, the princess of Spring
In gardens young with blossoming chambers she abode
And every room stood open as a bloom
Rivers awake, singing music in melodious tones,
The trees do stir, both bud and leaf breaking forth in smile
For Trilline oft' did dance upon moss, elegance her style
And her voice, in song, danced in words for which birds returned to hear
Waving in dance here and there were her strands of blonde and golden hair
And grass in field did grow and touched her nimble feet so bare
Under light upon her crown were tulips embraced
Then in white her form, it was adorned magnolia in dress
Joy was her mood, and faithful in heart
Rejoiced were they who saw her as life renewed its part
But then her fragrant breathe comes to close in rest
For her subjects mature and their hearts