hooves outside the window
Nov. 19th, 2004 12:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensWell, work wasn't wildly comfortable today, but it was perfectly manageable. My cold continues (touch wood) to dry up and work through, so this is for the good. I'm hoping that the dumping of rain on my head at pretty much every point when I went outside today isn't going to affect it adversely. Damn weather.
A horse-drawn open carriage with a Santa sitting in it was prowling the streets of Winchester today. I think we first saw it going past the window around three-thirty or so -- horses' hooves aren't too uncommon, but the additional bells caught our attention.
Pity about the rain.
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Sitting in the shadow of the stone there was a woman, bent over her knees; and as Hurin stood there silent she cast back her tattered hood and lifted her face. Grey she was and old, but suddenly her eyes looked into his, and he knew her; for though they were wild and full of fear, that light still gleamed in them that long ago had earned for her the name Eledhwen, proudest and most beautiful of mortal women in the days of old.
"You come at last," she said. "I have waited too long."
"It was a dark road. I have come as I could," he answered.
"But you are too late," said Morwen. "They are lost."
"I know it," he said. "But you are not."
But Morwen said, "Almost. I am spent. I shall go with the sun. Now little time is left; if you know, tell me! How did she find him?"
But Hurin did not answer, and they sat beside the stone, and did not speak again; and when the sun went down Morwen sighed and clasped his hand, and was still; and Hurin knew that she had died. He looked down at her in the twilight and it seemed to him that the lines of grief and cruel hardship were smoothed away. "She was not conquered," he said; and he closed her eyes, and sat unmoving beside her as the night drew down.
-- The Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien
A horse-drawn open carriage with a Santa sitting in it was prowling the streets of Winchester today. I think we first saw it going past the window around three-thirty or so -- horses' hooves aren't too uncommon, but the additional bells caught our attention.
Pity about the rain.
---
Sitting in the shadow of the stone there was a woman, bent over her knees; and as Hurin stood there silent she cast back her tattered hood and lifted her face. Grey she was and old, but suddenly her eyes looked into his, and he knew her; for though they were wild and full of fear, that light still gleamed in them that long ago had earned for her the name Eledhwen, proudest and most beautiful of mortal women in the days of old.
"You come at last," she said. "I have waited too long."
"It was a dark road. I have come as I could," he answered.
"But you are too late," said Morwen. "They are lost."
"I know it," he said. "But you are not."
But Morwen said, "Almost. I am spent. I shall go with the sun. Now little time is left; if you know, tell me! How did she find him?"
But Hurin did not answer, and they sat beside the stone, and did not speak again; and when the sun went down Morwen sighed and clasped his hand, and was still; and Hurin knew that she had died. He looked down at her in the twilight and it seemed to him that the lines of grief and cruel hardship were smoothed away. "She was not conquered," he said; and he closed her eyes, and sat unmoving beside her as the night drew down.
-- The Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien
