Title: A Different Kind of Love
Author: Calenlass Greenleaf
Disclaimer: Anything that is Tolkien's is not mine.
Summary: A poem about a kind of love that is beyond any physical expression—the kind of love and deep understanding between two friends that helps them during their greatest trials. Commissioned by WendWriter (Thanks for the idea!) and dedicated to gwathil nîn na Silthluin and to the MCers and those who agree with me.
A/N: Intimacy can be expressed in the simplest ways; a meaningful look, a smile, a shared moment of laughter. An exploration of the great love of two people who's love is deeper than just friendship—it is brotherhood.
A/N #2: Edited to be more inclusive. Thanks, NiRi.
Lust is a poor, weak, whimpering, whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed'
—"The Great Divorce" by C.S. Lewis.
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.
—"God in the Dock" by C.S. Lewis
A Different Kind of Love
There is a different kind of love to be found in Arda,
A love that is indescribable,
The love you see between a certain characters in Tolkien's works.
A love that has no lust,
It is the love found between two people,
This love is not romantic,
Not even a bit.
Neither is it a petty liking of someone,
But something that goes deeper ere you know the person more.
It is a love achieved through many adversities,
But it is not a love in vain.
The love has carried these men,
—Who believed in something greater than themselves—
Far into danger,
Not once did the thought of lust ever cross their minds.
Not once did they overstep the bonds of brotherhood.
Their love was not an obsession for another,
It was not a mindless desire,
It was a protective nature,
A feeling to keep someone from harm,
A feeling to comfort them when they had been hurt.
This bond was not always full of hardships.
There were times of laughter,
Times of mischievous fun,
Times when a smile is more than a smile,
But a memory of past things.
'Tis something nearly incomprehensible,
But it will never be more than friendship, no.
When they will remember their journeys,
Their past wanderings,
It would be than enough to say,
"Thank you, my brother,
For staying with me all these years,
For helping me."
A/N: I don't think Aragorn and Legolas, Frodo and Sam, Legolas and Gimli, Maedhros and Fingon, Beleg and Túrin, or any other friendships you find in Arda were lovers. I simply think they were friends, friends that loved and cherished each other in way we can't begin to comprehend.
A/N #2: This is my opinion—you don't have to agree with me on this point. I'm simply frustrated by the amount of slash and smut I see too often.