Where No Sea Runs

Response to Challenge #59: Swimming.
Summary: Boromir and Finduilas


“I’m fimming! I’m fimming!”

“Yes, you are, my good strong boy!”

She’d taught him in the placid waters of her homeland, and he’d tried unrelenting until he had conquered it.

She’d made it look so easy. At last with teeth chattering and lips blue he’d been made to sit wrapped and warm while she, never cold, never tired, dove away to bring him treasures from this other world.

But too long removed she’d seem to dry up, and they’d finally laid her down in silent stone. He’d thought they should have drowned that tomb: perhaps, then, she might live again.






"Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides."
-- Dylan Thomas


When my daughter was learning to talk, she could not at first say compound consonants, and those beginning with ‘s’ in particular: spoon became foon, e.g. , so for the better part of her fouth summer she was, indeed, ‘fimming!’