Reiven read the note for a second or third time which was telling her to turn in the sword to Lord Veryacano.
“What is that?” Volina asked as she walked in to the room.
“It’s nothing…” Reiven gave her a slight smile then asked after a brief pause “Everything ready?”
Volina nodded slowly extending a vial to her.
“So.. it is going to…”
“It’s going to help us dream while we are half awake… so that we will have some control…” Volina waited for a moment to catch her looks “And sword… Are you going to take it with us?”
“Yes… “
Reiven fall into silence for a few seconds before she started talking again “You know it can be dangerous. Taking it back to the cave… ” her sentenced remained unfinished as she felt the gentle touch of Volina on her shoulder.
“And You know what…” Volina smiled warmly “Whenever I look at you, I am seeing the fearless little girl with a full smile on her face, racing and running with the waves. You haven’t changed a bit since that day”
And they rode to the hidden cave with the hopes of having a chance to reach Daeliths’ presence or what it is left from him. The air was stable inside the cave, smelled aged and dusted. They didn’t speak a word or two as they walked into the cave like it could be insolence. Reiven sat inside the chamber and Volina followed her like she did when Reiven drunk from the vial and closed her eyes.
“Ladies..”
Unexpected and echoless voice of Daelith woke them up to his reality.
Volina opened her eyes realizing that everything she saw colorless and faded as Reiven called a name “Daelith…”
“Isn’t it a bid odd place to sleep?” asked Daelith.
Volina sat stunned, feeling afraid to turn back to face him, to see him once again but Reiven stood up saying “You are only to be found in weird places…”
Even though his face reflects his pure pain, his eyes were holding a bright light like they were glowing inside.
And that’s how things happened…
That’s how the two elf maiden revealed the name Dorogthûl, the name which gave them the power of command. Still the steel holds both the blood of Daelith and darkness of Dorogthûl but now silent…
Reiven watched the flames of the forges in Imladris with sword hanging on her waistband and a golden ring resting in her palm. Both heavy in her heart and only one meant to be carrying…
Her debts, one for love and one for life…
Wind whirled around the flames flaring them up and Reiven whispered “I am sorry… Teremonth…”
The little golden ring flung off her hand and spun in the air glittered one last time before disappearing in the flames.
OOC: First of all I want to Thank Teremonth and all our friends for sharing this journey with me.Sadly I am not playing much LotrO and most importantly not rping much Reiven anymore because of that we decided it will be best for us to separate IC’ly. Thank you everyone for their understanding.
