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Title: The Prince of Golden Flowers
Author: Avon
Word Count: 100
Characters/Work: Glorfindel
Adult Content/Pairing: None
Disclaimer: Tolkien's universe: I'm just a visitor.
Author's note: Again previously published but not on LJ.

It was here he fell - he of the golden hair and golden heart. He fell in flames and darkness against a being of ancient evil, fell to save those of us that fled. The eagles brought us back his body – burnt and bloody and broken. We laid it on the turf here and raised a mound over it. He was a prince of the house of the golden flowers – and the golden flowers came to be his shroud.


Here, here is one of his flowers. Tuck it into your hair, child, and remember the one who died for you.

Comments

[shebit.livejournal.com]

I like the last line. It's a nice idea, teaching a child about a hero who fell long ago, and without whom all would have been lost.

[avon7.livejournal.com]

Thanks. For tjose who escaped Gondolin he would have to have been a hero, I think.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

I wonder if that child got to meet the resurrected Glorfindel...

[avon7.livejournal.com]

Never thought of that, maybe I guess.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Oh, pretty. And sad, of course.

The end is powerful -- the sudden realization that the drabble is direct address, and the audience is a child. I can picture a parent tucking the flower behind his/her child's ear, as this is explained.

[avon7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! That is, of course, exactly the image I hoped to give someone. (Though, oddly enough I always see it as a grandparent.)