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Title: Nach Neonach Neisd A Tha E – Isn’t it strange now
Series: Precious Years 9/10
Author: sweetzattack
Pairings: DM/BB, DM/EW in series
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Character death in series
Summary: Even the deepest love of all sometimes turns out to be a troublesome thing...
Disclaimer: I own them and I cut this out of some newspaper I bought from a bavarian donkey 2346 years ago on Mars. *rolleyes* It's a LIE. Made UP. Wish I owned them nevertheless, so lemme dream ;o)
All titles and lyrics in this series taken from the wonderful Runrig.
x-posted to: fellow_shippers and my own journal



It was Sean who was holding me up when I got off the plane at Glasgow International.
It had been nine days since they found you dead, they had given me Valium and even stronger stuff to calm me down, but to my own surprise I *was* calm.
I just didn’t want to realize what had happened.
Not until Margaret called and asked me to come over to Scotland for your funeral two days ago.
This was the first time I had cried and I hadn’t stopped until now.

She had asked me to say a few words and Deborah offered me her help to write a speech, but I already knew what I was going to say.

We were driven to the cemetery, Elijah crying like a baby on Sean’s shoulder in the backseat, Christine sitting beside them, looking helpless and sad.
I was sitting in the frontseat, staring out of the window, silent tears falling when I saw the streets we went through together so many times.
It seemed to have happened in another life.
They looked strange and grey, as my whole world did.
You were gone.
Forever.
And with you was my heart.

There weren’t too many people escorting you on your last journey, Margaret had only invited your closest friends...and, with me, the one who was responsible for your death.
There were some really nice speeches about what a wonderful, lovable and professional person you had been, but most of them were never finished because the people broke down crying before they could read out everything.
I had never seen Peter cry before, but now he was hiding his face on Fran’s shoulder. She was crying as well, as was everyone here.
Elijah felt guilty, I knew that, but he tried to be standing tall. He failed and had to be held up my Sean who was crying with his eyes wide open, still not believing that you were dead.

I was the last one to speak. Margaret had told me to go last because I was the one you loved most.
Oh, I felt so bad up there, seeing all these people who lost one of their closest, but I knew what I had to do.

“I...I can’t say anything one of you hasn’t said before, but I want to do this in honor of Billy, whom I love from the bottom of my heart, wherever he may be now.”

My voice was cracking when I started to sing. I learned this Runrig-song by heart long time ago, though I had never imagined I’d have to sing it on your funeral one day.

Isn’t it strange now
Sailing back here again
You will not be here as usual
Meeting me on the pier
Of what worth the night fire
Without your conversation and laughter
I’ll not see you again.

I saw Orlando break down, being held up by Viggo, but I couldn’t stop here. Not now.

Although the day is beautiful
And although the place is at its best
Although the sun is shining
Although the seas are calm
And although I’m like the seagull
Carefree and unconcerned
I’ll not see you again.

Margaret looked up at me, tears in her eyes but smiling sadly. I knew she recognized the song and closing my eyes I went on.

The world will change
Just like the weather
One day the barometer is rising
The next day it’s falling
And I have seen the sun
And I have seen the rain
But we will never see
The like of you again...

The last lines came out barely audible and I had to struggle my inner wish to faint to get rid of all this pain, but somehow I managed to remain upright, take the shovel and throw some dirt onto your coffin.
The others did the same and finally I was lined up beside Margaret accepting peoples’ condolences and not crying anymore.
But all of them were.

I was supposed to go home to my parents after this, so all the others left without me.
Finally Margaret hugged me tight, her tears soaking my shirt, but I didn’t care.
She whispered “Thank you so much. This was so...”
Her voice broke so I just nodded and she left, looking back to your grave with almost every step she took.

I was alone.
With you.
No, I corrected myself. With your name carved into a stone.
Viggo did your gravestone, you always appreciated his work and one can see that he put all his love into this.

No dates are given, we didn’t want people taking a walk or visiting other graves to stop and stare, saying
“Oh, see, that poor guy...he died on his birthday”.

It just reads
William “Billy” Boyd
Ernil i Periannath
May your grey curtain rise and let you come to Valinor at last.
Without our Pippin, this world will never be the same again.
We’ll love you forever.