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Title: Valley of the Four Winds (#3012)
Author: ElennaElemirre
Chapters: 2

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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Palantir Section
Description: The Story of Imladris, a drabble series.
Published: 28 Oct 2006
Updated: 24 Jan 2007
Warnings: None
Type: Angst
Characters: up to interpretation


Chapter 1 - A Tale of the Wind

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Wind on the water, spring in the fields, laughter fills the valley hills.

A new hope, a new home. Remnants of war reprieved at last of burdens carried far and long.

Summer comes, love blossoms in the rose arbor gardens. Lovers’ soft whispers fill the hidden hollows.

Falling leaves bring new laughter, small footsteps play among the crimson trees, while doting eyes watch lovingly.

Like the snow, so sorrows blanket the hills of the hidden valley. Partings of many ways may never meet again.

New flowers bloom in rose arbor gardens, witness of one in solitude, bids farewell at last to home.

Wind on the water, spring in the fields, silence fills the valley hills.


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Author’s note: This is the story of Imladris, the interpretation is up to you. The lovers could be anyone, though I did have one couple in mind when I wrote this. I hope you enjoy it.


Chapter 2 - The silence of the wind

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“Come back to me,” I whispered into the wind, a tiny fluttering hope.

But my words had fallen upon deaf ears, and the unsympathetic wind heard them not. My message went undelivered, unspoken, to the one I longed for most.

But she was long, long gone.

Oh obstinate wind, why do you scorn me?

An age of men have come and gone, but the silence of the wind could not be broken.

Glistening silver spilled down the valley cleft and met the singing river below.

Such a magnificent sight, the falls of Imladris, but they ceased to sing for me.

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