Word Count: 100
Source: The Silmarillion
Disclaimer: Tolkien did it first and all are his – apart from the bits added here, and even they are his.
Notes: I posted a ‘Mourning’ drabble on Tolkien_weekly – this could be seen as the prequel to this... http://community.livejournal.com/tolkien_weekly/3609.html#cutid1
Strong hands shook him, “Come.”
“Not now,” he thought, “a little longer.”
Amidst the snow, exhausted beyond reason, languorous warmth enveloped him.
“Come, stand.” Strong arms tried to lift.
“Moment...” Did he say that, or think it? Too tired to decide, delightful lethargy seeped through chilled limbs. Stars scintillated in the ice-clear air. He smiled.
“Please get up, please!”
“A moment.” Bliss warmed him as he slumped, at one with the stars.
Scalding tears caressed his face. “Not mine,” he thought, drifting in reverie. With a final effort he kissed warm lips and fell back... back.
Into Mandos’ welcoming arms.