Day 25: For everything, there is a season
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tanaquiljallSuddenly, caught by the level beams, Frodo saw the old king's head: it was lying rolled away by the roadside. 'Look, Sam!' he cried, startled into speech. 'Look! The king has got a crown again!'
The eyes were hollow and the carven beard was broken, but about the high stern forehead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like small white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony hair yellow stonecrop gleamed.
The Two Towers, LoTR Book 4, Ch 7, Journey to the Cross-roads
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elena_tiriel asked How/why did the fallen king get crowned?
Day 25
For everything, there is a season
The bird, flitting between the trees, took fright at the harsh orc-voices and dropped its burden before it sped away.
The seed fell into deep leaf-litter, sinking through old decay.
Rain fell; wind blew; the seasons turned.
And life stirred. Roots reached out, finding sustenance from the past; shoots pushed upwards into the future.
Time passed, and the world hurried to ruin, but Varda's white stars lit the sky and Vána's white stars danced and flickered on the ground.
A tendril gently snaked out to caress the wearied head that rested on the bank. Tenderly it bound the unconquered brows.
The eyes were hollow and the carven beard was broken, but about the high stern forehead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like small white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony hair yellow stonecrop gleamed.
The Two Towers, LoTR Book 4, Ch 7, Journey to the Cross-roads
elena_tiriel asked How/why did the fallen king get crowned?Day 25
For everything, there is a season
The bird, flitting between the trees, took fright at the harsh orc-voices and dropped its burden before it sped away.
The seed fell into deep leaf-litter, sinking through old decay.
Rain fell; wind blew; the seasons turned.
And life stirred. Roots reached out, finding sustenance from the past; shoots pushed upwards into the future.
Time passed, and the world hurried to ruin, but Varda's white stars lit the sky and Vána's white stars danced and flickered on the ground.
A tendril gently snaked out to caress the wearied head that rested on the bank. Tenderly it bound the unconquered brows.
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Date: 2007-05-11 06:51 pm (UTC)Thanks
Date: 2007-05-11 08:46 pm (UTC)