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Yesterday's word, "halcyon," really inspired my Drabble Muse™. Unfortunately, with the ensuing hullaballoo surrounding my RamBo, I never rekindled my urge to drabble, or to write at all, for that matter. So, today, I will do my daily drabble (and again, I lucked out with a Tolkienish word!) and the drubble that I had in mind for "halcyon."
Today's word:
adamant \AD-uh-muhnt\, adjective:
Not capable of being swayed by pleas, appeals, or reason; not susceptible to persuasion; unyielding.
Examples
"In the cabin, the skipper and Truong Hong were arguing furiously, one convinced the boat had run aground, the other adamant that it was snared in nets."
-Tran Vu, The Dragon Hunt
"I pretended that nothing had happened, so adamant in my denial that my memory gradually underwent a revision."
-Chu T'ien-wen, Notes of a Desolate Man
"It's amazing the ignorance--and the adamant ignorance--of so many people, people one would think might at least admit to simply not having knowledge of something."
-Ira Berkow, To the Hoop: The Seasons of a Basketball Life
Etymology
Adamant derives from Greek adamas, adamant-, "unconquerable; the hardest metal; diamond."
Dawn's Note: Of course, we Tolkien fans know the *real* meaning of the word "adamant!"
And now, for the drabble, I give you an angsty Fëanorian never tried before. By me anyway :) And so here is a little Celebrimbor, lusting after Galadriel. "All in the family," that's the Fëanorian family motto!
Adamant
He has your love, but it is I who will shape your destiny.
It is unfair, for I was cheated out of the chance. He became your lover while I was a child, working in Atar’s forge, learning arts that now lure you to me, promising to sate a hunger for something he cannot give.
That, with the bright sound of hammer on metal, I am determined to give.
Your hand will be soft in mine, as I slip your ring upon it. It will be brighter than his ring.
I know which stone I will choose for it:
Adamant.
~oOo~
I've gone and killed Maglor again, in 200 words this time. ::sigh::
To Wander Home
I.
The air is a patchwork of sound: of the screams of the gulls, of the susurration of the sea, trying to shush us—or drown us out. The wind slithers between it all, whispering or howling or roaring, sometimes rousing the sea to cacophonous anger.
Tentatively, I add my voice to it, until he comes along.
All falls silent then: The gulls settle upon the mirrored sea—halcyon and silenced—and the wind holds its breath. We listen.
His voice rises. It shapes the silence into mirages that burn behind eyes pinched shut. I want it to end—and not.
II.
But not this day.
This day, he arrives, barefoot and in the tattered clothes of a common Man. Silence, like a shroud, falls over the beach. I watch. I listen.
But he does not sing.
He falls to his knees in the sand. The sound of a heartbeat, a whispering breath, of tears dropping to the sand—so deep is the silence that these things ripple the air between him and me. And then
they stop.
I flutter to him, my bird’s heart trembling in my chest, to see the soundless smile on his lips.
And eyes that look West.
Today's word:
adamant \AD-uh-muhnt\, adjective:
Not capable of being swayed by pleas, appeals, or reason; not susceptible to persuasion; unyielding.
Examples
"In the cabin, the skipper and Truong Hong were arguing furiously, one convinced the boat had run aground, the other adamant that it was snared in nets."
-Tran Vu, The Dragon Hunt
"I pretended that nothing had happened, so adamant in my denial that my memory gradually underwent a revision."
-Chu T'ien-wen, Notes of a Desolate Man
"It's amazing the ignorance--and the adamant ignorance--of so many people, people one would think might at least admit to simply not having knowledge of something."
-Ira Berkow, To the Hoop: The Seasons of a Basketball Life
Etymology
Adamant derives from Greek adamas, adamant-, "unconquerable; the hardest metal; diamond."
Dawn's Note: Of course, we Tolkien fans know the *real* meaning of the word "adamant!"
And now, for the drabble, I give you an angsty Fëanorian never tried before. By me anyway :) And so here is a little Celebrimbor, lusting after Galadriel. "All in the family," that's the Fëanorian family motto!
Adamant
He has your love, but it is I who will shape your destiny.
It is unfair, for I was cheated out of the chance. He became your lover while I was a child, working in Atar’s forge, learning arts that now lure you to me, promising to sate a hunger for something he cannot give.
That, with the bright sound of hammer on metal, I am determined to give.
Your hand will be soft in mine, as I slip your ring upon it. It will be brighter than his ring.
I know which stone I will choose for it:
Adamant.
~oOo~
I've gone and killed Maglor again, in 200 words this time. ::sigh::
To Wander Home
I.
The air is a patchwork of sound: of the screams of the gulls, of the susurration of the sea, trying to shush us—or drown us out. The wind slithers between it all, whispering or howling or roaring, sometimes rousing the sea to cacophonous anger.
Tentatively, I add my voice to it, until he comes along.
All falls silent then: The gulls settle upon the mirrored sea—halcyon and silenced—and the wind holds its breath. We listen.
His voice rises. It shapes the silence into mirages that burn behind eyes pinched shut. I want it to end—and not.
II.
But not this day.
This day, he arrives, barefoot and in the tattered clothes of a common Man. Silence, like a shroud, falls over the beach. I watch. I listen.
But he does not sing.
He falls to his knees in the sand. The sound of a heartbeat, a whispering breath, of tears dropping to the sand—so deep is the silence that these things ripple the air between him and me. And then
they stop.
I flutter to him, my bird’s heart trembling in my chest, to see the soundless smile on his lips.
And eyes that look West.
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Date: 2005-09-29 01:27 pm (UTC)I've always believed that Maglor's spirit eventually went West. Some people like the idea that he is still wandering the shores. Not me. I prefer the idea that he died in Middle-earth and is happy now in Aman, living with his wife and brothers :)
Sad...but hopeful.
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Date: 2005-09-29 01:31 pm (UTC)But the drabble is really lovely, in a heart-breaking way.
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Date: 2005-09-29 01:39 pm (UTC)I agree: Aman is boring! But it seems Maglor could use a little boring every now and then ;)
My preference is largely rooted in Felak!verse. That he had a wife is mentioned in a footnote of the "Dwarves and Men" essay of HoMe XII, but nothing more is said of her, whether she went of Middle-earth with him or whether they might have even married in Middle-earth: I have seen people have them marry during his wandering days, which is always interesting. Others have them marry in Aman and for her to forgo the journey to ME, as did Curufin's wife.
Having read the appropriate chapter of AMC, I'm sure you can tell that I have them fall in love and marry in Aman. As for what happens from there, I cannot tell ;D Sufffice to say that I am always trying to find a way to get him home to her.