Challenge: Rainbow - Red, Orange, Yellow
Characters: Elrond, Glorfindel, Galadriel
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
I got the first line of the first one on the bus yesterday, and today I wrote these three. I hope to do the others but I am still thinking about them.
Some nights he dreams in red. Bright red; thick red; blood red. The red blood of family, friends, and comrades, shed in battle after battle, fight after fight, year upon year.
The red blood shed by those he could not help because he did not know how. The red blood shed by those he helped to no avail. And then the red blood shed by those he tended who lived on to fight again.
And when he, then, awakes he wonders at those who were surprised when he put aside the sword and the royal standard to become a healer.
Some nights he dreams in orange. Bright orange. Glowing orange. Searingly hot orange. Orange so intense he can feel it burn inside his lungs. Orange that leaps, dancing, towards him; hissing and spitting death.
A whip of orange fire, a sword of orange fire, even the smell of the balrog is, in dreams, orange. Then comes the smell of burning flesh, his own, before he wakes, gasping for cold air.
And, as he wakes, he remembers the healing peace of Mandos’ Halls then wonders, again, why he has been returned; and fears it may be to face the same again.
Some nights she dreams in yellow or, to her own mind, gold. The golden leaves of the great trees, the golden sunlight dappling through them, glinting on the pale gold hair of her beloved husband.
He reaches his hand out to her but, just as it would almost touch her cheek, she always wakes; alone here in The West.
Those are the good nights. On other nights she sees the yellow eyes of orcs, or the yellow teeth of the great bears of the grinding ice.
She will only sleep well, she thinks, when Celeborn finally shares her nights again.