My
Brother
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“Oh,
my brother. For your sake, I would cast
a net to the sky and bring down the stars themselves…”
“Only
the stars, Boromir?
For you, I would capture the very heart of the moon in a crystal shard,
for what are the stars without the moon?”
“Such
a challenge in your words. Ever my
rival, Little One?”
“Ever
your rival, my love.”
OoO
The same
moon I would have held captive for you now shines down
into my chamber. It is a fey
illumination, casting a knife-edge shadow across my lover as he sleeps.
My
lover.
Your
lover.
Our
king.
He
talks of you often; the melancholy taint of an old grief staining his fine
eyes. Those eyes are the windows to his
soul and he cannot hide his love from me.
I see deeper than perhaps he knows.
What
did you see, my brother? Did your gaze
alight on the man or the king; upon the flaw or the
strength?
I
do not know.
The
long night is passing. My body trembles
as though I have been beaten as this lover reaches to soothe me. He barely awakens as he nestles closer and
the tides of sleep wash over him once more as he sinks, warming my heart with
every breath.
Is this
what you knew? Is his touch on my skin
merely an echo of some bolder caress, are the words of love that flow from his
tongue as honey from a jar the same that must once have roused your blood? How well I remember the fire of your passion,
for in the night’s cool silence, it burns me still.
My
lost one, we spent so much of our time in rivalry. A piquant spice to the flavour of our lives,
a necessary note that went unheard until it ceased. The music of my mind became a discord and one
that no minstrel’s art can mend. Did you
need that note as much as I?
I
do not know.
If you
had lived, what would have passed between us?
Would we have become rivals for life’s sweetest prize, that which sleeps
here in my arms?
I do not know.
On
whatever paths you walk, under whatever strange skies you now lift your dear
face, know this and take comfort:
I
would pay any price; fight any foe to be your rival once again.