Stay a Little While
Late submission for @halfelvenweek for Day 5 (Gilmith).
I have previously written a pair of stories in which Gilmith meets Maglor by the sea, two years after her mother Mithrellas left, and a second time when Gilmith is beginning to age. Gilmith reminds Maglor of Elrond and Elros and he feels that any comfort or explanation he can try to offer for his fellow elf Mithrellas is inadequate, but to Gilmith what he does say is meaningful and at the end of the second encounter she asks him to stay with her a little while. He agrees. A little while can stretch a bit, when the person involved is an elf born in the Years of the Trees...
Seasons come. Seasons go. Gilmith’s hair turns white, old age finally catching up with her. Maglor’s hair stays black. He remains with her until the end, a discreet presence held by her request.
Gilmith dies as the sun rises over Dol Amroth, painting sea and sky in brilliant colours. Maglor, who cradled her in his arms over the past hours to ease her breathing, gently puts her down. The low sounds of the lullaby he was humming cease.
Maglor leaves. The rest belongs to Gilmith’s mortal relatives. A fresh grief blossoms alongside ancient pain, as he walks on in sunlight.
(100 words in MS Word)
The previous ficlets (links go to AO3):
First encounter: Half-Elven
Second encounter: A Distant Shore
[The beginning of the drabble incorporates the current prompt for tolkien100, a drabble community on Dreamwidth]










