𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫
𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝?
in which the restless spirits of those
once living, linger in the presence
of a girl seemingly unremarkable.
the lord of the rings: tt-rotk
théodred x fem!oc
12/04/23 - ???
' i am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me '
— SYLVIA PLATH, ( from, elm)
introducing... FUNERAL HOME
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a lord of the rings story ( written by amelia )
FUNERAL HOME, ( as it began... )
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GHOSTS OF THE PAST YEARN TO DWELL BESIDE THE LIVING — 'two houses both alike, in dignity'. These spirits, translucent and tingling with an opalescent gleam, spend each passing day shrouded in a veil of futile longing, yearning to cling onto one last embodiment of life itself.
They first appeared after the passing of Hilde — three days of rain before the air began to turn, and the apparitions began to walk.
Isolde had been fetching water from the crumbling well, a chore that had not been forgone in the wake of her grandmother's transcendence into the next life. Despite the grief that loomed above the familial home, daily activity had not quite managed to grind to a halt. Being the eldest of three daughters, Isolde had been tasked with managing the more menial household tasks, allowing her grieving mother to prepare herself for the funeral rite to come.
And it was here that the first spirit appeared.
Grandmother Hilde was as formidable in death as she had been in life — a woman only content when malcontented. And even then, when appearing before her eldest granddaughter, a ghostly visage of the woman she once was, Hilde spared no thought of the fear that quaked within Isolde's grieving heart, bestowing her with a gift few mortals could boast.
