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[avon7.livejournal.com]

Title: A Different Kind of Beauty
Author: Avon
Rating: G
Word count; 100
Character: Unnamed dwarf
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing a teeny corner of Tolkien's universe

Stone, they call it. Rock, they call it. They speak of it as though it was of as little life as a smith’s anvil or the bones of yesterday’s dinner. They see beauty in the trumpery of glittering glass and gold, in the brief fluting colours of flowers, in some curve of body or shape of brow… they know nothing of the true beauty of the Earth’s heart. They have never seen light dancing over shawls of ribboned rock or seen the sunset’s colours shade through stone… or felt stone’s enduring strength: a strength that will outlast all mortal pain.

Comments

[shebit.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is just lovely. Beautifully worded - it conjurs up so many images.

[avon7.livejournal.com]

Thank you. This was once a beginning to a story I couldn't finish so when I stumbled across it the other day I made it into a drabble instead. ;-)

[rous3.livejournal.com]

Another well stated drabble. It is full of passion. Thank you for sharing.

[avon7.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the feedback. I can understand why dwarves would love stone - I'm rather fond of it myself.

[were-lemur.livejournal.com]

a strength that will outlast all mortal pain.

Lovely imagery!

[avon7.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I hada lot of trouble with an ending line so I'm pleased to hear it worked.

[fileg.livejournal.com]

a strength that will outlast all mortal pain

well, that just does it!

[avon7.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Being among beautiful things of nature is the best cure I know for pain or grief. When you lay your hand on a rock that has been here for hundreds of thousands of years you realise how little our short sorrows matter.