I'm hoping I counted them correctly -
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I could not hold this back, it came in at 240 words, and I'm not sure it doesn't want a little more room - perhaps a third icon (g)... though I like the spare nature of it. Thanks, this was well worth making me write.
Aeglos. Icicle, some render it in the common tongue. It was the name of the spear that Gil-Galad wielded in defense of all the lands and hearts that fought to be free. He paid a terrible price, possibly even more terrible than any he had considered. But I do not believe he would have faltered had he known. Sometimes you are left without choice, and all you can do is rise or fall as a man.
Snow-thorn we render it here, as well. An early plant, sharp as a spear that pushes up through the snow before the Spring is really underway, a gift of remembrance that it is coming. Its white blossoms on the frozen ground might be mistaken for a late snow by those who do not take the time to look carefully, to see the promise in the soil.
Nothing has yet robbed Ithilien of that gift, that first knife-sharp leaf that is willing to fight its way through the frost, that risks the penalty of exposing itself to an unexpected storm because something has to take that first step back toward the light.
And nothing can make the men of this moon-drenched land turn away from that blade or that risk.
Only Ithilien would take so much thought for her sons as this – that we should have her flowers for our funeral procession, even as Winter tries to deny that there will ever be a Spring.