Speak Again

fanfiction by Wild Iris


I talk almost for my own ears. Those matters, half put by, that have re-awakened since I returned to the house of Elrond. The long trial of Númenor, the frailty of Isildur, my father's death and the remnant that is our claim.

And Legolas, who sits still against an ash-trunk, lifts his head. His face within the hood might be that of a spotless youth, and yet he says, as if I related the events of yestereve, "I remember".

It is not only I for whom this history has resonance; I do not talk to myself, but to my friend.