Story: "Decisions". Fingon, Maedhros, general

[istarni.livejournal.com]

Title: Decisions.
Rating: General
Characters: Fingon, Maedhros.
Summary: a short conversation at night when the Oath was taken.

In our land once dwelt the Light, but now the Light is gone and we should get used to live in the shadow.  We are sitting in the darkness so thick that it makes our eyes ache, wrapping ourselves in one cloak that serves for both. It`s your cloak, brought from Formenos, - here, in Tirion the fair, was no need in warm garments before.

We are sitting on the stairs of high court of the King, on the same stairs, where your father stood, crying aloud, mourning his losses and urging to leave, on the very same stairs where you have sworn your oath. Now great host has left and we remain all alone, both unwilling to go home where strife and uncertainty, and old feud between our families await us.

It is so quiet that I can`t help breaking this deadly silence.

-What will you do? – I ask.

- We will go to the East, what else? We have sworn revenge, and I doubt greatly that Morgoth will return to Valinor to make our task easier. – You say with your head bowed.  

-It was rather foolish, - I say. – Unnecessary, at any case. We are all of the House of Finwe, and do you think that we mourn the death of the King less, or may be that we are less eager to take vendeance? And what is the need to threaten friends with wrath and hate, if the Black Foe alone is to blame for our sorrows? To say nothing of Eldar and Valar and even Mortals who have not come yet-

 You raise your head and look into my eyes with some strange, fiery glance that seems ill, as if something alien has awakened in you. Something has changed in you, and that “something” has nothing to do with the death of the King and the Loss of the Light, though it changed us all.  That lies in words that you have repeated after your father an hour ago, and in the name of the One, whom you have sworn, and names of them whom you have called to witness.  Your vows sound so as if they would be fulfilled one day, though I don`t like the thought.

-What will you do? - You ask, looking at me steadily; I notice that your voice is slightly strained. You have cried very loudly, trying to reach the One whom you have sworn.

I stay silent instead of answer; I stay silent, recalling words of fathers, yours and mine. “They have sent themselves into exile with their own doings”: so my father said after he learned that all of you had followed your father and left to the North. Yes, you have sent yourselves into exile once more, and you will not stop on the way wherever it will lead you, till the very end, till earth and heaven shake.  But we - we are not forced to leave, we are not doomed to leave, and my father will reign in Tirion then…..

 I am recalling words of your father, wild and potent words, filling us like wine, awaking hearts to fire, calling to flee from Tirion the Fair, blessed Tirion, to the Outer Lands that lie in shadows, telling us about endless woods and pathless plains, great battles and fierce wars. We are ready for war, you know. In days of our youth we needed only bows to hunt deer, but we have forced our swords long ago, and we know how to deal with swords. We have forced our swords, and we know now whom we will hunt.  

Fair is Tirion, - you speak suddenly, averting your face from me, almost pleading, - and Outer Lands are wild and full of shadows, but you can be sure - you should know that if we will overcome by some high mercy, and regain the Light, and- If I ever have a kingdom in the East, you will be always the first to be greeted there, and such a feast will be given in your honor, that it will make you forget the long way from the Blessed Realm… - you abrupt suddenly.

I stay silent. We are not exiled, – I say to myself, debating with my father, - we will go by our own will; we will leave Tirion the Fair which has lost its beauty. And then I speak aloud of what was my hidden desire and now is (I know it already) my fate:

-No long way will be needed. In the Outer Lands our kingdoms will border.

Comments

[kemenkiri.livejournal.com]

Чуть было не собралась переводить;-)

[istarni.livejournal.com]

Тогда было бы очень интересно сравнить два варианта русского текста) я понимаю, что это извращенство - поддерживать живым свой английский путем писания на нем фанфиков, но по-другому оживлять язык не получается))))))

[kemenkiri.livejournal.com]

Кстати было дело, я переводила 2 рассказа одной русской девы, которая вывешивала их на английском... Ей переводы не очень понравилось, но дело было в том, что многим друзьям хочется показать текст - и тогда нужен именно русский текст...

[istarni.livejournal.com]

Ну, думаю, тогда дело было не в качестве перевода) у вас переводы замечательные, (это касается и качества перевода, и качества переводимого)) Спасибо!