A/N: This was probably one of my worst stories, just something I thought up while rereading Brisingr. And it's so short .
Well, I hope you like it anyways. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inheritance Cycle.
Eldhrimner O Loivissa nuanen, dautr abr deloi,
Eldhrimner nen ono weohnatai medh solus un thringa,
Eldhrimner un fortha onr feon vara,
Wiol allr sjon.
He sang these words softly to a small, shriveled seed in his cupped hands. As he watched, the seed shuddered and bloomed into a beautiful lily. He smiled for a moment, inhaling the sweet scent. Then, muttering another spell, he gilded the lily with gold and jewels. He carefully placed it into the soil next to its brothers and sisters, then sat cross-legged in front of it.
The flower brought back a myriad of memories. He remembered running across the Empire with her, all those tiring days. His smile faded as he thought of her. He shuddered, thinking about what he had lost in the past century after sailing away.
Everybody is long gone, he thought, besides the elves.
He could not resist thinking about her. Everything served as a reminder of his loss. The golden lilies reminded him of her gentleness, yet the way they stood, tall and straight, also reminded him of her confidence. A gentle breeze swept by, causing the flowers to sway. The graceful movements reminded him of her own panther-like grace.
"I am a fool," he said aloud to no one in particular, "I am just a fool." He fingered the smooth petals of one of the flowers.
The wind started up again. The flowers rustled against each other. It sounded like a whisper, a musical lilt. Her voice, her laugh. He stared at the lilies forlornly. They seemed to be laughing at him as they settled back into their original positions.
He winced as a torrent of memories came flooding back. Drinking Wyrden's faelnirv, long walks in the calming forest, meditating on small stumps, sharing thoughts during councils. The feeling of her smooth skin sliding over his, her hand on his cheek as she bade him farewell every night.
A few pine trees swayed nearby, sending their invigorating scent of crushed pine needles toward him. It sent his nose tingling. Oh, he thought miserably, even Nature has turned against me.
His eyes stung as tears threatened to drop. He had not cried in years. As soon as he had reached the strange lands beyond, he had hardened himself beyond caring, devoting his entire time to teaching the younger ones the ways of the past.
Yet, as he watched the golden lilies, tears started to form on his eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Berating himself for losing control of his emotions, he stood up angrily and swept back into his dwelling, leaving behind a sea of golden lilies.
I cannot waste time on fantasies that will never become real, he reprimanded himself, I must concentrate on training the next generation of Riders. He paused as he shifted open the door to his room. Besides, she had probably forgotten all about me. There's no use to think about her, none at all. He shook all his thoughts from his head as he called the young Riders in for another day of study.
But little did he know, leagues away in the elfin city of Ellesmera, a similar sea of golden lilies was growing right outside someone's door.
A/N: Well, how was it? I know, pretty bad. Definitely not one of my best ones. ._. I still can't believe it's so short.
R&R as always!