Drabble: Distant Light

[claudia603]

Aragorn thought he might never gather the courage to walk
this gray shore, with mist curling around his feet
and the distant lights of the Gray Havens
gleaming cold and pale through the fog.
Aragorn had vowed once to come,
to see at last where
his love, his heart
many years ago
had departed
Gone.

Frodo.
His laughter
had always been
like music -- Elvish, wanton --
as he nipped and licked.
His kisses like golden Lothlorien wine.
Only foul fate slew his merry smile.
Cold knife, flames, bitter teeth, shadows that clung
to a heart too pure to endure this Age.
Far out to sea, Aragorn thinks he sees golden light.